Thirteen randomly picked pieces from the recently conceived series MONO which poses as BIANCO/NERO's spiritual sequel whose chapters are imagined as the shots from some lost / non-existent film(s), with both the melancholy and Brutalist character of its predecessor deepened.
Under the weight of accumulated anguish, colors have dried up again, their deceptiveness now shrouded in shadows, scorned by light. In small flocks, the echoes of Truth travel from an ungraspable distance, falling unto lost, despondent souls. Silently and intuitively, they transform into the whispers of demonic wisdom, between the purity of Image, and Eternity inscribed in concrete...
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