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those acts that talk of silence

silence. silence we cannot hear until noise rumbles, we live within and never trouble, never cry it out, is insipid uprising. a contained, intimate uprising, enabled by a satisfying space, endured satisfaction. with a real need for danger, for being exposed to danger. for a well defined, flat change our determination not to create any wave has shaped.

these movements, retained, perfect fits to old tracks. counting times other's minds go blank in attending to their silents. where the silence of words and acts is pain.

the forever coming enjoyment. of a relative and absolute reality. fully satisfying and satiating.

the actes _en silence are made of our essence. during night and day, in this pool, for self and with others, each one create these acts. awaiting on yours. then the acts, all our acts, will be an act together.

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manifest in silence

illustrating how art expresses the inexpressible, our programming opens an access to the most important thing in the world, to its essence, to its movements, to the living.


real stimulation in facilitating such a transmission, with no transmitter or receiver. we lose ourselves in art. no doubt, but when we reconsider the task ahead as much as a piece of art can move us, none has ever come up by itself expressing the reality they convey. human or not.


so what are these transmissions here for if what they move in us – audience, artists, amateurs, or art specialists, we do not wish to transpose in our daily lives. let's face the facts: art shifts silences to other levels of silence. a piece of art communicates the inexpressible, makes us loose ourselves, but we reduce this to white noise when we do not share what we have perceived with others.
the deflagration it carries which echoes in us, by our silence, becomes a smothered cry led by uninterrupted rumbling. the resulting feeling is one of a contained breath, swirling in the loop of reality and its artistic transcription, of this transcription to us.
this is the place where live our desire and will to explore the combination of art with our human lines. it is here that lives our will to work out these combinations and their mingling.

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