Series "From the Fourth Dimension". Oil on canvas and wood 35x50 cm by SerGiotto All memory is nailed out of reach of the small casket that pierces the hand to the blood of the wood like an aquarium where sounds are liquidated chasing crumbs like elusive fish a click every microsecond is enough to open a round dance... but the hand is still, harnessed yet it seems so white and bright so open and relaxed perhaps at worst resigned... it was eraser, blackboard, chalk seems to say that now your vault is silly, come back back, rewind the tape, go back to the first slow motion, to the star, to the feed-back of the beginning for what was sacred. Marzia Spinelli