This FESTA begins between the white towers of Kenzo and the transmission aerials of RAI. The space becomes a meeting place for the unknown, a schau-platz of the psyche that hides in plain sight. As above, so below. There is no looking back.

In The Carnival of The Void presents an arcane landscape that summons the time before the known. A primordial chaos of possibility, a nether abyss of the incomprehensible. In a vast columned hall, lit by fake moonlight, a dance of renewal waits to be invoked. A dance that abandons itself to the vibrations of the Big Bang. To the rude rumbling fundament of the black hole. It presents itself as a mystery, laid bare to be watched. An empty possession that declares itself through fragments of meaning, lost texts and stolen voices. It laughingly speaks of the quantum granulation of matter. Of a new reality. A procession of debris and decimation towards the end of time and back again.

In The Carnival of The Void sacrifices itself to its own image. To the death of the image. At the same time, it is both a reconstruction and rehearsal for a past or future event. An audition for a different version of itself - somewhere else completely. It is a celebration in search of what is being celebrated. A chaosmos.

In The Carnival of The Void speaks in code and waits for your presence…