VestAndPage have traced another path 'between.' On the one side, Andrea was immersed in an infinite, heavy, slow-flowing forward, while Verena, on the other side, was wearing a dress of leaves, light as the dream, as a being caressed by memories. Playing with the lightness of the dream and the density of dark blindness, they visited the limit that runs along with the sleep and nearby the dying, along with remembering and next to oblivion. They were not declaring the limit between, they were dancing on it. We danced together with them, with a jingle-jangling figure that brought us to a lulling dance, to joy, to listening, to sweetness: this figure made us finally meet the 'other side,' passing through a labyrinth of bells. Cold and grey: the little sphere that a blind figure was offering beyond the limit, was the content of the bell. Gold warmness: was the caress of the absent, a mute speaking of eloquent gestures relived in the memory, in the dreaming. Their path maybe showed a third way, between the presence and the absence, on the thin line that divides and at the same time makes contiguous the life and the death, time and no-time, ephemeral and eternal.

Francesco Kiais, In Conversation with Karolina Lambrou, Nicosia