My Mouth In Your Mind
FRUTTA GALLERY, ROMA, 2019
Performance by Elenora Gusmano
Modules of acoustic foam panels cover the gallery’s walls, turning the space in a recording room. Five shells (Mouth, 2019) are underpinned by black metal stands, looming up at the center of the space. Jets of foam leak fitfully out from their apertures.
Assuming the oxymoronic identity of living inorganic bodies, the shells assemble a chorus that sing songs concerning sexuality, perception, being non-humans in a word regulated by human agency. Their language is incomprehensible since it is expressed through foam and soap bubbles that burst, fall to the ground and reform themselves.
Black plexiglass wall pieces are encrusted on the soft material of the acoustic panels. Phrases are those pronounced by the shells, inaccessible for human ears but here translated in six songs – part of an album – that has been played by a performer Eleonora Gusmano during the opening night.
My Mouth In Your Mind
FRUTTA GALLERY, ROMA, 2019
Performance by Elenora Gusmano
Modules of acoustic foam panels cover the gallery’s walls, turning the space in a recording room. Five shells (Mouth, 2019) are underpinned by black metal stands, looming up at the center of the space. Jets of foam leak fitfully out from their apertures.
Assuming the oxymoronic identity of living inorganic bodies, the shells assemble a chorus that sing songs concerning sexuality, perception, being non-humans in a word regulated by human agency. Their language is incomprehensible since it is expressed through foam and soap bubbles that burst, fall to the ground and reform themselves.
Black plexiglass wall pieces are encrusted on the soft material of the acoustic panels. Phrases are those pronounced by the shells, inaccessible for human ears but here translated in six songs – part of an album – that has been played by a performer Eleonora Gusmano during the opening night.