Tomorrow in the battle think of me

Two children hold hands absorbed in a disturbing and metaphysical rigidity. They are from behind and observe a desert world, a desertified reality, whose nature inevitably incorporates the ruins of a military fortress. The children liturgically wear the same clothes, which have a texture of black signs printed on the candid white fabric. Signs deliberately and crudely didactic, because the great story, which always reveals itself in great cycles of tragedy and decadence, is basically easy to understand: like Richard III, the two children are left alone in the world they hate, and hold hands . But the most suitable reference for this series of works, also emblematically suggested by the title, is not so much Shakespeare as the extraordinary novel of the same name by the Spanish writer Javier Marías: a man goes through a series of incredible events which, highlighting deceptions, fictions and ambiguities of the characters, reveals the tragic and ironic dimension of contemporary daily life, in all its aspects, even the smallest, most intimate and private ones. Ideologies are dead, but their ghosts - like children in liturgical robes encrusted with crosses and swastikas - are more alive than us, our selfishness and our inability to live together in a world ravaged by technology.