Two figures speak in a language that belongs only to them, in a space-time that eludes us. They mix and interweave remnants of words and reminiscences of English. We recognize attitudes, words, intonations, but the understanding is constantly blurred. They use their hands to connect, to dialogue, to create meaning: hand-objects, hand-masks, hand-prostheses that awaken and sculpt the imagination. In a dada and surrealistic impetus, Stand still is a visual and sound poem unrolling a long white linoleum, minimalist microcosm of imagination in motion.
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