One Way

A building full of lives.
Arguments. Desires. Parties. Silence.
Loneliness one floor above celebration.

In La Vita é Bella, Nicolas Boutruche turns a building into a human theatre.

You don’t observe the artwork.
You enter it.

Every room feels familiar.
A dinner collapsing.
A birthday that nobody wanted.
Bodies performing happiness.
People watching others live instead of living themselves.

Somewhere between absurdity and truth, the piece becomes a mirror.

Not because you understand it.
Because you recognize something.

What’s the first room your eyes went to?