The blue room
''The sky overthrown in the cup of my American coffee, reflects a moon pale and distracted. The Planet Earth is a blue marble ball of a capricious child. Nothing is harmless, if we look at it carefully. And we are alone, like hungry animals who have lost the herd. We are alone and pale as the moon drowned in this cup. '' Alessandro Pagni
They say you have to face your blues to let it go. What does it look like? Does it have a face, eyes, any silhouette? Is it a space? When I try to escape the room, it catches up with me in the yard. The blue room is my visual journey into the mytical space between dissociation and integrity.