Requiem 11:11 proposes a dreamlike and nightmarish atmosphere recreating a living painting. A piano plays in the center of the room., on the sides two suspended bodies, women or witches, struggle to breathe. A verdict is pronounced. In front of, a heart spins, giving its last heartbeats; everything is still, The images ask us: Is the past a static picture that becomes the present?? Does the excess of poorly digested information lead us to a kind of collective schizophrenia?? Where is the Point of our gaze fixed?? Perhaps warning or alarm, The Requiem begins and the texts are separated and the bodies begin their journey, opening cracks in the cage of human subjectivity to involve ourselves in the ritual, inviting us to question an uncomfortable and dissonant inheritance.
