If you’re frightened of dying and you’re holding on You’ll see devils tearing your life away But… If you’ve made your peace Then the devils are really angels Freeing you from the earth (1)

Delicate wings brush against nylon.

Breathlessness no longer means death, it is the echolalia of what’s to come. A bubbling liquid slips slowly down a metal torso, laying bare the bones beneath. The projection fractures the boundaries of the visible. We are powerless; living tissue transgresses itself, erodes, merging with shards of aluminum.

What if we cross the Rubicon? Perhaps then, we will finally feel free. We will no longer fear what is heaven, and what is hell. In Poltergeist, death is not a severance from life, but its natural continuation a strange, intimate symbiosis. The artists gathered here conjure visions of shifted thresholds, of new and impossible futures.

1) Quote from the film Jacob’s Ladder, directed by Adrian Lyne. one final breath.