On Rebecca Horn
The circles of mother-of-pearl colour lights' beam in ever-changing directions when each motor-operated mirror reflects us.
Behind each mirror which reflects us, there are skulls ("capuzzelle") from the Fontanelle Cemetery in Naples, created by casted iron.
What strikes me most is everything sublime, including the melancholic saxophone music. It touched me, that feeling that being part of a continuous phenomenon, of the idea of a life which not even death brings to an end as it makes it part of eternity.