Under the dark sky of a silent night there lies their desire, hidden among leaves and branches that I hear being lightly trodden into earth. I look, trying to use the light of the moon to illuminate what I search. Trying to find in the essence of that feeling my own – the will power ascending like a serpentine, the gesture pulling back the opaque veil of distance, going through the fissures of the urban landscape to show itself. How to explain to whoever stops sensing this desire why they wake up dull? That in their misleading distinction between the various forms it incorporates they forget the poetry of life? How to tell those what I recognize in such deep expressions and in that impetus that reflects mine, or in the inherent vitality of their spirit, sharp and frank? I know their desire savours the same necessity that enlivens my body. That flourishes in the interlacement of affections, such labyrinth, where through narrow paths that become even narrower I stand face-to-face with our same nature.
While they sleep they dream is an exercise of both contemplation and recognition of the nature we cannot separate ourselves from, which sustained by a sensible and animal-like quality, is life's propelling strength or driving force, influencing us in the way we feel, long for, connect, share, depend upon, create, lose ground, regain clarity, aspire, inspire, die.
Partly motivated by the challenging and gratifying relationship I nourish with animals, this project is as well the result of my reflection on our capacity to identify in the authenticity of their existence our own vulnerability as living beings, the volatile nature of our physical condition, and to rely on the poetic nature of feelings.