Marked by ribbons on their arms they are manipulated into obsessive stride with tiptoe steps strictly upon invisible lines within a blue screen set.
The dread of transgression the normative lines, the hesitant steps in perfect concentration, causes the spectator to confront one’s own ‘private’ anomaly. Lontana marks liminal existence, disorientation and desire.
The single, one image of ourselves splits silently while navigated by poetic spasms within memory and guilt zone of ‘Janus’. standing with eyes wide open and mouth shut in front of the lost oblivion.
What wouldn’t we do in order to recur an innocent gaze towards the childlike – zones which were lost during our vagrancy within the realms of ‘reality’?
We would wander in the gap between the realm of the impossible and the derisive.
