Morandi Uruboro

An analog ensemble of words, images, poetry, and sounds like a serpent dragon attempting to bite its own tail, carefree whirl of sparkling baby teeth and twisted smiles in the sun.

A silly nursery rhyme that tells of the folly of incompleteness, the simplicity of lacking inner and social spaces, of mixing lunch with dinner, of understanding what remains in the leftovers.

Through analog machines from our own era and the largest building in Rome, we will experiment with visions and suggestions of time within time, in time.