Immersive, walk-through exhibition with limited capacity based on order of arrival.
The experience of going to the other side is something you live every night, when you sleep and dream. Already during childhood you learned that death, that undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns, dramatically separates life from another place of which you know little or nothing. Consciousness is a small island surrounded by a narrow, unconscious sea, and going deep into that other place, chasing your demons, can be a one-way trip.
Apparently, there is one side —this one— and many other sides. But, at the same time, there is the ever-growing sense that perhaps this side is also not unique. Rigid and binary definitions are insufficient to describe the complexity that surrounds and pervades us: man or woman, madness or sanity, virtuality or reality. Imposing these categories on us bind and destroys us. It prevents us from passing from what we believe to be towards what we wish to be. Reality and fiction begin to be indistinguishable from each other and, in the end, perhaps there is no other side.
The other side is all that you want it to be. Or, rather, everything that, not absolutely wanting it to be, you absolutely want it to be.
Forget for a moment everything that this side, the only one you think you know anything about, forces you to do: forget the categories, the reason and logics. Forget about imposed names and words. Forget about language that seems so solid. Forget everything you think you remember and go… into the other side
