M.E.S.S.S.Y. is a new work – a work that in its aesthetics, in its love, in its philosophy and in its politics matters to me. M.E.S.S.S.Y., the title of this...
M.E.S.S.S.Y. is a new work – a work that in its aesthetics, in its love, in its philosophy and in its politics matters to me. M.E.S.S.S.Y., the title of this work, is also a being (a woman or a man) who has to confront – like all of us in this world – lies, many lies, facts and lies about those facts. But M.E.S.S.S.Y. – unlike us – doesn’t know how to throw them away, nor how to ignore them, evacuate them, forget them, overcome them or ignore them. M.E.S.S.S.Y. is ashamed of all this, and it is this shame that forces it to live with and among all these lies and false facts – from the smallest to the most enormous. But M.E.S.S.S.Y. believes in Karma, which is the only hope – hope as a principle of action. To be active – here and now – means to obey Karma, which pushes M.E.S.S.S.Y. to invent and apply its logic, its own logic, its only logic. It is a logic that wavers, unstable – between control and loss of control – under the burden of accumulation. Thus this existential, obsessive logic of organising oneself to live among all the lies and surrounded by all the lying facts – becomes a resistance. The resist- ance that allows M.E.S.S.S.Y. not to sink into madness, into the abyss or into the absurd.