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Sisyphus lullaby & the mar-maid noise
Antigone Theodorou / 75 min

...I took advantage of being at the seaside to lay in a store of sucking-stones. They were pebbles but I call them stones. Yes, on this occasion I laid in a considerable store. I distributed them equally between my four pockets, and sucked them turn and turn about. This raised a problem...
Samuel Beckett, Molloy ( The sucking-stones sequence)

I'm lying on a bed. My body is almost naked covered by wet, heavy stones and pebbles. Like a mermaid under water sleeps in a cave. I collected the stones from the river side of Forte Marghera, repeated the same way from the gallery space to the river many times. This action was as hard as trying to sleep under them. I stay like this for an hour. At first my body starts trembling and I feel cold and uncomfortable. In half an hour the stones take the temperature of my body and I don't feel cold anymore but they start getting heavier and heavier. After a while I don't feel some parts of my body. My eyes are closed but I can't sleep. Slowly I start to move. In my hands I hold two closed cans of beer. While I'm moving the stones roll on the ground creating loud noise. With my hand I shake the cans. I'm rolling from the bed like a stone. As I don't feel my body I follow randomly their movement. My eyes are still closed. While I'm on the ground I slowly wake up. I put the cold cans on my face and I open them creating an explosion (wave or tear). I throw them on the floor and I leave.