A woman reclining in a field of grass falls asleep while reading The Clouds by Aristophanes. She dreams a theater, a stage and actors who speak a dialogue in a myriad of languages as they perform an unfamiliar ancient play that reflects a modern sensibility of disquiet and humor.
Five paintings that represent scenes from the play, and the transliterations of the dream, will be exhibited at LA BELLONE FAIT LE MUR ! – TRÉSOR CACHÉ, in Brussels, Belgium, Opening Party Dec. 18th at 18:30. Exhibition open Dec18- Jan 3rd. Curated by Barbara Coeckelberghs, Yamina El Atlassi and Olivier Goldstein.
I fell asleep in a field reading Aristophanes’ The Clouds – I was walking toward the Chorus of Clouds while hiding my mouth in the mirror and fleetingly, across this mouth I saw the real me. But then, Unjust Argument who is my foil, turned my teeth into the bars of a jail cell while Just Argument made a prisoner of my tongue, so that only my eyes saw the war-chariots guarding the house where the nurse men mumbled for more power. Yet, unaware, the hero, my mind, was sluicing and panning for ore with a large rocker box, searching for flecks of gold.
I went to choir clouds, while hiding his face in the mirror and volatile, testified at the mouth of the real me. But then the argument is not fair that my film, shot in bars with dental inmates and jail cell arguments of only my tongue, so that my eyes saw only tanks guarding the house where the men muttered nurses for more power . However, ignoring the hero, in my opinion was very mineral sweeping and washing, with a big flip-flop, looking for gold points.
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