The WopoW last dance, 1, 2,3..
1 is a vanity shown as a triptych screen where three skulls "inhabited" with pictures & sounds are also glorified under a halo of words (13' loop),
2 is an illumination which, as a book with three unfurled faces, combines 36 "animated" verses of pictures & sounds (42" loop),
3 is a spoken word which, as a Vatican's ceiling or an inverted panoramic table, shows & solemnizes its figure -among the last speakers of a language for ever gone- (3'loop).
The palpitations, here, evoke that trinity through tiny moments, as this above, where Joe Dale, in his cardinal word, calls the yuchi language generator, since the beginning of the times, of a wild shared liberty..
- there are no words for lines or demarcations, boundaries, borders or landscapes that are measured, surveyed, designated..
In the Yuchi language, the word for land, SAAH-CHEE, is ephemeral and evolving, and there are no true literal translations into english. SAA-CHEE, land, sit down, under, above..
So, how "to read" simultaneously the 3x12 verses which compose that immotiword's book, how "to see" the 36 pictures x 25 x 3" which, in addition, "inhabited" it?
How? How? Hammering in front the triptych..
Lastly, how "to listen" to that Yuchi -You..She-..-You..See-.. which resounds as a testament music?`
Then, from a WopoW to another, opened eyes wide, unfurled ears, the feeling of a wringind neck