Florian Luthi

...the endless soliloquy lulled a pleasant warmth in the third line of my belly standing comfortably repeat repeat after me after the previous word the one you cannot forget because the red dusk is coming after the almost last hours of the day full of lines of eyes everywhere but the black cut to a strange feeling of loneliness to be alone closed behind the lips and unseen lizards a blur like a whistling snare not like the blue and the lullaby from the left and quick to the blinking right frightened by the walls the cleansed the terrible cleansed of the ocean the end of the blue of the beginning of the play dust in my mind stairs up and down back to the popcorn blackout in front of you but the hidden words stay cleansed in my mind cut to black again never stop talking in the front of the lonely crowd alone close-up to my mouth and darkness everywhere except the white teeth and black and white melody echoes in the velvet around the black and the word cleansed I knew that yellow in the middle of the stage cutting to black again butterflies in all bright hands and right sorrow to all left mannerisms and silent popcorn bombing and struggling with themselves in my mouth applauding at the very end of the crowd the one you can nally release the exhausting body and the last magnificent words the very last one expel from the right the left the right again the lips the mouth from the inside to the outside moth these last words expected by everyone by every enchanting eyes closed by the night clapping the nearby moon like a blur in a...

Someone Dressed in My Skin is an association of video and photographical works exploring the image as a skin's surface and its texture. After various interventions during the process of creation, poetical images appear on the paper or the screen relating to the issue of eczema.