Like coagulated air, dissolving and making way for all that is seemingly small or distant, invisible and ephemeral. In an endless choreography through precise manifestations, like spells in a thousand pieces. A presence and an absence that disentangles and decomposes like our own perceptions.

The question is constant: how do we transform, become, disappear, make ourselves small, imagine ourselves elsewhere, fairy tails?

In a process of raising awareness of how we stand in relation to the world and the mirages that populate it, the attempt to rewrite our own mythologies becomes hologram and depth, pierces the backdrop and allows itself to be smelt.

What if all this were a portal?
What is there once you cross the threshold?

This enquiry takes the crooked form of a riddle, a forest, a hole and a tail, an abandoned house, its remains and their ‘vitalism’. The evocation of a secret place, the attempt to create a perceptive experience beyond the human dimension becomes material. The title itself, like a magic formula, seeks to let those who wish to enter into the folds of something mysterious that is not known. Perhaps only by sharpening our senses will we be able to glimpse the creatures that hover in our blurred memories.