Year 2020. Like a replicant who is not resigned to dying, each festival has had to deal with the virtual dimension and rethink its formula. We can no longer touch each other. Our cities are, at the same time, overpopulated and deserted. We travel on the screens of smartphones and tablets, we cover ourselves with filters that make us inhuman (… or “more human than humans “?), we speak by recording vowels, we delete, rewrite, link, upload, click. We needed an image that would tell of the immersion in this vortex. However, the ancient desire for contact persists. flickers, an interference that tries to emerge from the dark.
Enjoy it, from Laceno d’oro, edition 45