WORK-IN-PROGRESS / Projeto Feedback
Faced with a mediocre image, I take a seat. I feel the reality of it all and this disturbs me.
Nothing more happens. Time passes. We pass.
I agree to my name being called. I want to intervene.
More than three is a crowd (that’s right); there are more than a thousand and one of us knowing that we need to restart.
I see or I am seen, we now share an intimacy, we forge a relationship, we sing hymns, more necessary now than ever before – and does that matter?
“No hay banda”, I venture to say, “no hay orquestra”!
I remain here, or I want to remain, or I must remain (I’m confused about the hypotheses).
I repeat codes, I re-see letters, I re-look at images – oh, blessed short-sightedness, you have brought me so much joy.
You Need Heart To Play This Game lives in a closed receptacle that is about to fall apart. The image is clear, but the analogue is invisible to the eye (nothing better than to mention the unexpected).