The fear of holes, or rather, of all those small geometric figures that close together create clusters of small cavities. A game of images based on juxtapositions that are repeated three-dimensionally and that causes a sense of disgust and repellence; the alarm is triggered thanks to an intrinsic code, developed over the centuries by our ancestors, which safeguards the phobic from the danger of being infected by parasitic forms or being injured by poisonous animals. Anxiety, anguish, fear, hundreds of names for a single existential dimension: the fear of losing control over the world, over our body, over the other.

The means by which a trypophobic skeleton is formed is geometry, which, however, only thanks to the imaginative contribution of the human mind, becomes an active gateway for fear; reflecting man’s insecurities and paranoia. Bottomless, where all awareness falls steeply. Facing a fear is not an easy game. The risks are indeed real, but the outcome far worth it. It seems that playing the game rather implies accepting not to play at all. With T.R.I.P.O.F.O.B.I.A. we choose to accept the challenge, transforming ourselves into the parasites that creep into its galleries.

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The work is currently being developed into a full evening version.