Goodnight, My Dear

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Does movement reveal memory? Faceless hands breathe in and out of the image, as if with a mind of their own, thinking, dreaming, remembering. Their performance eventually morphs into ritual; lyrical, suggestive fragments of gestures, becoming a mosaic inquiry of thought, action, intention and meaning, ultimately asking the question: What is waking life if not raw material for our dreams?

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