VIDEOART (Italian)
Suggestions from moving images of 15 video artists.
Suggestions from the moving images of 15 videoartists.
(Emanuela De Notariis )
Barbara Agreste - "Reptilia"
My flesh, white, and their flesh, my hair support leaves that are small pieces of me, I try, tireless in your thoughts, rinsing them in the unconscious che partorisce i tuoi incubi migliori.
My white flesh is their flash, my hair is a support for leafs, that look like small fragments of me I keep searching for, restless, inside your thoughts, washing them into my unconscious, that gives birth to your best nightmares.
Andreco - "Sonata d'organi in fa":
Ogni mio organo ti donerei, sono un mago con un’abilità speciale che non si limita a tagliare donne in due. Ogni mio organo ha vita propria perchè ho la formula alchemica con cui posseggo davvero il mio corpo, e ora mi concentro sul tuo. Musica, maestro!
I’d give you every organ of my body, I’m a magician with a special skill, which is much more than cutting women in two parts. Each one of my organs has a life of his own, because I’ve got the alchemical formula with which I really own my body, and I’m getting concentrated on yours now. Music!
Elena Bellantoni - "Fil rouge" e "The fugitive"
Fili rossi fatti delle mie vene, per non perdermi nelle città ignote, intralciano il tuo cammino per farti fermare laddove mi ignori, laddove passi concentrato only about your daily life. It 'a break, escape from your prison.
Red strings, made with my own veins not to get lost in unknown cities, hamper your walk to make you stop right where you ignore me, 'cause you' re too Concentrated on your daily life. Take a break, your escape from prison.
Alessandro Cannistrà - "Shameless Eyes
Otherwise I'll kill you, slowly, in bits, but it is not my fault, I love you till I want you inside me really. Inside of me pregnant. But I hate your eyes and cheeky, finally, I can dampen it.
Otherwhise I'll kill you, slowly, byte after byte. But it will not be my fault, I love you so much That I want you to be mine, I really want you to be inside me. Inside me in gestation. Bur I hate your shameless eyes, and now I can finally make Them wet.
Riviera De Gregorio - "Virgin"
Maid remain so! The remains pure virgin! Death to sin! Wash the sin in the blood, we cover the sin of white robes, love sacrifice, uprooting the heart of the flesh of the body, why not given thee, virgin, to be able to violate. Not si gioca nel cerchio di streghe unite da un patto d’uccisione del desiderio.
Be the virgin untouched! Be the virgin pure! Death to pity! Let’s wash pity into blood, let’s cover pity with white clothes, let’s sacrify love and rip off the heart from the body’s flesh, because you’re not allowed, virgin, to violate it. Nobody can play inside the circle of witches united by the pact of murdering every wish.
Ericailcane - "Il numero delle bestie" e Ammazzarne uno per educarne 100"
not trust, you can not feel comfortable, your home is your refuge, the monkey beats the steps of my coming on when I'll make a bonfire of your fears and your little certainty bon ton. Come with me to discover the magic of numbers, I will study, or your eyes will make necklaces.
Do not trust, you can not be quiet, your house is not your refuge, the monkey beats the steps of you coming, the steps of the moment I'll make a bonfire with your Fears and your little bon ton-certainties. As with me to discover the magic of numbers, I'll make you study, or I'll make necklaces with your eyes.
Francesca Fini - "I Cry" and "Latin Lover"
wanted a girlfriend, here you are satisfied. You did not want to feel out of breath, you wanted to cure your headache, you wanted to scan my woman's body in order to understand what I now look at me. Be afraid now, now worship me now love me.
You wanted a girlfriend, she is there. You Did not Want to hear my voice anymore, you wanted to heal your headache, you wanted to scan my female body to Understand what I've got inside, then look at me now. And be scared now, adore me now, love me now.
Marco Giani - "Memory of the World"
While out there the world is destroyed, your body is safe, nothing hurts, everything happens far, everything is regenerated under your divine sight.
While the world is blowing out there, your body is in safety, nothing can hurt you, everything happens far away, everything gets Regenerated under your divine eyes.
Emanuele Kabu - "Pangea" Ubermensch "," Saturation "
E 'a lungo sogno notturno che partorisce il reale. È un piacere animale che uccide e rigenera mondi di ibridi, pronti a contaminare di incubo il sogno, di immaginazione la realtà.
Il mio sangue è frizzante e lisergico.
It's a long lasting nightdream that gives birth to reality. It's an animal pleasure,that kills and regenerates worlds inhabited by hybrids, able to contaminate dreams with nightmares, reality with immagination.
My blood is sparkling and lisergic.
Luca Manes - "2160°" "Antigone" e "Effetto Serra"
E allora giro su me stesso infinite volte, giro come una barchetta crazy in the fountain at the center of the square of your memories, fast-flowing, leaving the echo of your voice inside me. It resonates within me, while I look in the summer by the sea. Slowly, I say.
And I spin around endless times. I spin around as I was a crazy paper boat in a fountain in the middle of the square of you memories, passing through so fast, and leaving an echo of Their voice inside me. And it resounds inside me, while I look at you on the seashore, in the summertime. I keep looking, slowly.
Emiliano Monaco - " The sweet life "
My perspective changed, I've cheated, they are indifferent to the ground and you walk on the sand, throwing your carelessness. Today.
My perspectives have changed, I Betrayed you. I lie on the sand and you walk by indifferent, throwing the sand ligh-heartedness of your all over me. Just today.
Marco Morandi - "Feed me rainbows" and "Good Night":
Tomorrow fawns swallow your diamonds to make it rain dance. Because I live in a surreality where my thoughts are the geometry of your forms rainbows and butterflies regenerate dalle atrocità.
Tomorrow your fawns will swallow diamonds, to make rain with them and dance. Because I’m linving in a surreality where my thoughts are the geometry of your raimbow masks, and butterflies can regenerate us from all atrocities.
Carlo Michele Schirinzi - " Notturno stenopeico"
Mentre quanti fuggono verso un altrove sognato, alla deriva di desideri figli illegittimi dei notturni incontri di disperazione e speranza. Voyeur o guardiano dei tuoi tentativi di fuga, ti scruto, ti osservo, di scopro per un po’, scavo nei tuoi ricordi, nelle tue avventure.
While how many people run away, to somewhere else Toward They dreamed of, drifted by Their whishes illegittimately born from desperate and hopeful night encounters. And I peer at you, like a voyeur or just like a guardian of your Efforts escape, digging inside your memories, in your adventures.
Cosimo Terlizzi - "Beauty"
I watched you grow up, I saw your beauty become bitter between the ages of fallow fields mei landscapes of childhood memories. Where the colors were warmer summers came into every pore of my skin does not go away and never come back into my nostrils when we meet.
I Looked at you growing, I Looked at your beauty ripening in the uncultivated fields in the landscapes of my childhood memories. Where Were warmer colors, Where Every summer permeated the pores of my skin and it never vanished. I still smell it when i meet you.
Virgilio Villoresi - "Rotten flowers":
run your photos as a child dreamed of being, who knows, maybe what you are. Offer me your memories singing, I'll make a blanket to reconcile my dreams, chocolate-flavored slices.
I look at your photographs Childhood, When You Dreamt of being, who knows, maybe just what you are. Offer your memories to me, while you sing, I’ll make a blanket with them, to make dream chocolate flavoured dreams, tonight.
Suggestions from moving images of 15 video artists.
Suggestions from the moving images of 15 videoartists.
(Emanuela De Notariis )
Barbara Agreste - "Reptilia"
My flesh, white, and their flesh, my hair support leaves that are small pieces of me, I try, tireless in your thoughts, rinsing them in the unconscious che partorisce i tuoi incubi migliori.
My white flesh is their flash, my hair is a support for leafs, that look like small fragments of me I keep searching for, restless, inside your thoughts, washing them into my unconscious, that gives birth to your best nightmares.
Andreco - "Sonata d'organi in fa":
Ogni mio organo ti donerei, sono un mago con un’abilità speciale che non si limita a tagliare donne in due. Ogni mio organo ha vita propria perchè ho la formula alchemica con cui posseggo davvero il mio corpo, e ora mi concentro sul tuo. Musica, maestro!
I’d give you every organ of my body, I’m a magician with a special skill, which is much more than cutting women in two parts. Each one of my organs has a life of his own, because I’ve got the alchemical formula with which I really own my body, and I’m getting concentrated on yours now. Music!
Elena Bellantoni - "Fil rouge" e "The fugitive"
Fili rossi fatti delle mie vene, per non perdermi nelle città ignote, intralciano il tuo cammino per farti fermare laddove mi ignori, laddove passi concentrato only about your daily life. It 'a break, escape from your prison.
Red strings, made with my own veins not to get lost in unknown cities, hamper your walk to make you stop right where you ignore me, 'cause you' re too Concentrated on your daily life. Take a break, your escape from prison.
Alessandro Cannistrà - "Shameless Eyes
Otherwise I'll kill you, slowly, in bits, but it is not my fault, I love you till I want you inside me really. Inside of me pregnant. But I hate your eyes and cheeky, finally, I can dampen it.
Otherwhise I'll kill you, slowly, byte after byte. But it will not be my fault, I love you so much That I want you to be mine, I really want you to be inside me. Inside me in gestation. Bur I hate your shameless eyes, and now I can finally make Them wet.
Riviera De Gregorio - "Virgin"
Maid remain so! The remains pure virgin! Death to sin! Wash the sin in the blood, we cover the sin of white robes, love sacrifice, uprooting the heart of the flesh of the body, why not given thee, virgin, to be able to violate. Not si gioca nel cerchio di streghe unite da un patto d’uccisione del desiderio.
Be the virgin untouched! Be the virgin pure! Death to pity! Let’s wash pity into blood, let’s cover pity with white clothes, let’s sacrify love and rip off the heart from the body’s flesh, because you’re not allowed, virgin, to violate it. Nobody can play inside the circle of witches united by the pact of murdering every wish.
Ericailcane - "Il numero delle bestie" e Ammazzarne uno per educarne 100"
not trust, you can not feel comfortable, your home is your refuge, the monkey beats the steps of my coming on when I'll make a bonfire of your fears and your little certainty bon ton. Come with me to discover the magic of numbers, I will study, or your eyes will make necklaces.
Do not trust, you can not be quiet, your house is not your refuge, the monkey beats the steps of you coming, the steps of the moment I'll make a bonfire with your Fears and your little bon ton-certainties. As with me to discover the magic of numbers, I'll make you study, or I'll make necklaces with your eyes.
Francesca Fini - "I Cry" and "Latin Lover"
wanted a girlfriend, here you are satisfied. You did not want to feel out of breath, you wanted to cure your headache, you wanted to scan my woman's body in order to understand what I now look at me. Be afraid now, now worship me now love me.
You wanted a girlfriend, she is there. You Did not Want to hear my voice anymore, you wanted to heal your headache, you wanted to scan my female body to Understand what I've got inside, then look at me now. And be scared now, adore me now, love me now.
Marco Giani - "Memory of the World"
While out there the world is destroyed, your body is safe, nothing hurts, everything happens far, everything is regenerated under your divine sight.
While the world is blowing out there, your body is in safety, nothing can hurt you, everything happens far away, everything gets Regenerated under your divine eyes.
Emanuele Kabu - "Pangea" Ubermensch "," Saturation "
E 'a lungo sogno notturno che partorisce il reale. È un piacere animale che uccide e rigenera mondi di ibridi, pronti a contaminare di incubo il sogno, di immaginazione la realtà.
Il mio sangue è frizzante e lisergico.
It's a long lasting nightdream that gives birth to reality. It's an animal pleasure,that kills and regenerates worlds inhabited by hybrids, able to contaminate dreams with nightmares, reality with immagination.
My blood is sparkling and lisergic.
Luca Manes - "2160°" "Antigone" e "Effetto Serra"
E allora giro su me stesso infinite volte, giro come una barchetta crazy in the fountain at the center of the square of your memories, fast-flowing, leaving the echo of your voice inside me. It resonates within me, while I look in the summer by the sea. Slowly, I say.
And I spin around endless times. I spin around as I was a crazy paper boat in a fountain in the middle of the square of you memories, passing through so fast, and leaving an echo of Their voice inside me. And it resounds inside me, while I look at you on the seashore, in the summertime. I keep looking, slowly.
Emiliano Monaco - " The sweet life "
My perspective changed, I've cheated, they are indifferent to the ground and you walk on the sand, throwing your carelessness. Today.
My perspectives have changed, I Betrayed you. I lie on the sand and you walk by indifferent, throwing the sand ligh-heartedness of your all over me. Just today.
Marco Morandi - "Feed me rainbows" and "Good Night":
Tomorrow fawns swallow your diamonds to make it rain dance. Because I live in a surreality where my thoughts are the geometry of your forms rainbows and butterflies regenerate dalle atrocità.
Tomorrow your fawns will swallow diamonds, to make rain with them and dance. Because I’m linving in a surreality where my thoughts are the geometry of your raimbow masks, and butterflies can regenerate us from all atrocities.
Carlo Michele Schirinzi - " Notturno stenopeico"
Mentre quanti fuggono verso un altrove sognato, alla deriva di desideri figli illegittimi dei notturni incontri di disperazione e speranza. Voyeur o guardiano dei tuoi tentativi di fuga, ti scruto, ti osservo, di scopro per un po’, scavo nei tuoi ricordi, nelle tue avventure.
While how many people run away, to somewhere else Toward They dreamed of, drifted by Their whishes illegittimately born from desperate and hopeful night encounters. And I peer at you, like a voyeur or just like a guardian of your Efforts escape, digging inside your memories, in your adventures.
Cosimo Terlizzi - "Beauty"
I watched you grow up, I saw your beauty become bitter between the ages of fallow fields mei landscapes of childhood memories. Where the colors were warmer summers came into every pore of my skin does not go away and never come back into my nostrils when we meet.
I Looked at you growing, I Looked at your beauty ripening in the uncultivated fields in the landscapes of my childhood memories. Where Were warmer colors, Where Every summer permeated the pores of my skin and it never vanished. I still smell it when i meet you.
Virgilio Villoresi - "Rotten flowers":
run your photos as a child dreamed of being, who knows, maybe what you are. Offer me your memories singing, I'll make a blanket to reconcile my dreams, chocolate-flavored slices.
I look at your photographs Childhood, When You Dreamt of being, who knows, maybe just what you are. Offer your memories to me, while you sing, I’ll make a blanket with them, to make dream chocolate flavoured dreams, tonight.
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