In the bowels of a ventriloquist cat, the space reflects itself. Instant reactions are the ones that go unperceived. The little intruder is treated with some tricks and traps. Careful! Your legs! A hesitant barrier that may let you pass and a spectral window towards the imposter’s stomach: a butterfly, a birthday cake, a zebra, a crook, a coyote. And then gradually but maybe suddenly, two ghosts start performing delicate dancing steps by the intoxicating looping music, harassing each other tenderly, constantly pushing to the point before they slip. There is some unnoted damage happening in this system -a systemic failure one could say-, a slow contamination connected to the primal question: “Does the flap of a butterfly’s wings in Brazil set off a tornado in Texas?”. Well, this  butterfly can swirl us around with a flying  tackle.

— Despoina Sanida Crezia