Prints ranging from a schoolboy photo booth to a selfie had been stuck on the floor of the square.
The next day, hurried passersby walked across the field of printed images, now dampened by a persistent drizzle. The thin washed-out paper warped and even tore beneath their footsteps. Some faces were partially erased, others shattered, distorted or became unrecognizable. Those who had grimaced for the camera to compose themselves now appeared pensive, astonished, questioning, anxious or panicked. This court of miracles populated by figures akin to the heads painted by Francis Bacon and characters of Quino, highlights dimensions within us that transcend us : the fear or even anguish, confronting the inexplicable and the uncontrollable of which the great examples are nothingness and chaos upon which our psychological selves are built. Each portrait ceased to belong to a specific individual to evoke the worst universal that could befall us : the extreme imbalance that plunges one into a downward spiral of destruction and death. And yet, conversely, this underscores the imperative need for balance. Each portrait points toward our innermost being, becoming an expression of human nature, a portrait of the human individual and of humanity itself. Each one points back to the inner self, becoming an expression of human nature, portrait of the human and of the humanity.
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