Inside a deserted cinema, in the twilight zone of Talpiot, we will find ourselves a pace to lie down and to sink in a personal dionisiac fantasy.

The space will shed it’s skin and will put on a costume of a far different world. A world in which, it’s only the viewers mind, that could trace the limits of the experience. Human beings will also shed their skin and will become a contemporary version of ancient heroes. Slowly, all the senses will sharpen and the more we give in to the world created around, it will carry un deeper in the fertile subversive and yet, arousing dionisiac horizon.

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