What happens if we try to see the negative of the things?
Just the shadow they project. As an etching.
And turn off the light. Renouncing to the shining brilliance of the frontal point of view.
We are there, part of a topography made of dry surfaces, deformed figures, instable pulses.
In the darkness. And we can just see blurred forms.
We move our hands. They come out from the darkness and then slowly disappear again.
Still there, looking at the eroding borders. Our own borders. Because we are engraved too.
And so we begin to feel the things pulsing, oscillating. Because they are alive, so naked.
And we are naked too, without borders. Destroyed.
As tightrope walkers. Oscillating on the ruins.
We are destroyed moves from this starting point developing an organism, a wounded body, a continuous transition between different sonic states. It works on the ruins, on the margins, on the peripheral point of view.
(Lorenzo Troiani, 2016)