17 Pygmies
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The keyword is "MONSTROUS": a monster of beauty, a monster of skill, a monster of power, a monster of intelligence, but also a monster of ugliness, wickedness, cruelty... The exceptional nature of natural excesses dissolves the boundary of living in duality where judgment inevitably fails in the explosion of an obscene truth that everyone can agree upon.

The common denominator is the key to accessing the impersonal, eliminating any considerations, accepting the monstrous that each of us carries inside, exorcised by the love given to the part of us that is most evident, which usually leads us into the vanity of self-identification, for better or worse, and transforming it objectively without allowing any deviation where its clarity educates on the cynicism of eternity.

In short, it is art, being a masterpiece. Distract the possession of "tangible proof" and direct oneself towards a mystical "out of sight, out of mind" to unmask the Doubting Thomas within us. Identifying the root that, along with the family tree's vices, contributes to magnifying faults that do not belong to us. Sophisticate the deception of possession by embellishing the "worst" part of us, trying to confine it to its original role as a vehicle, and using it as an ephemeral reflection of itself, tricking it into feeling like a protagonist once again.

And this master key is provided by the 17 Pygmies with all the options that make the sarabande shine in an abandonment where only compassion remains. Therefore, the freak circus show is served where the rubber man, the strongman, the bearded lady, the contortionist, the flatulist, the fakir are no longer sideshow attractions, but embody that inner sacredness and are the key to shining that "there is no blemish in you" forbidden by the deception of psychic slavery orchestrated from outside.

The unease of an inner circus hides under the tent the anguish of the fear of getting lost where music boxes and organs resurrect agitated déjà vu that we exorcize with magic flutes and violins played with the right hand. The voice of Louise Bialik offers us the gentle hope of a path of velvety roses, Robert Loveless and Philip Drucker weave a dreamy musical carpet that cradles the passage to impersonal serenity.

Everything is filled with a fairy-tale future and the arpeggios accompany us, together with the aroma of the peace pipe, in a hard-won tranquility that ignites in ballads free from neurosis. The whirl centrifuges an encounter with nature in the blossoming of intimate flowers. Fairies and magical creatures of the forest pay homage to the new vision that no longer fears the unknown. The truth of the "monstrous" sets us free. WELCOME...