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The works of Caterina Annovazzi are a never-ending scream ringing out inside of us, a scream torn, blazing, like the ever devoid-of-meaning question on the living and on the role of the artist in a world where dreams get stuck like birds fallen into a trap.


What remains is this open mouth striving at all costs to make heard the invisible chants of silence. 

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