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Lea Martini

Memor i am

Inspired by the brutal beauty of the final scene of 'Bonnie & Clyde' and the constant presence of a very short but intense filmic moment we physically ask ourselves:
Where to put all the memories of insisting historic or filmic scenes we have never experienced by ourselves, but that kept haunting us in the night?
Where to put all these endless pictures of perfectly staged, merciless and tragicomic moments that are somehow never completely comprehensible and can’t be torn out of our brains?
What now, if one of these moments would be disproportional elongated, so that actors and audience all had to hold out and undergo it?

Please lean back and enjoy the longest three seconds a body will squeeze out especially for you.

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