what is the next move? bow to the sun dog bark turn left change of car tiresWhere is the sleepwalker going?Where am I?
In this work of mine I put in contact a moment of the box meeting (Mike Tyson and Evander Holyfield) with the elegance of a Geisha and her gestures where her eyes seem to touch us. From this contact it results a suspended instant, a still image, a restrained sigh. And then what will happen? In this ever-increasing immensity, impossible to know, events in rapid succession anticipate us, where are we? What is the next move?
