The lights have gone out and silence has fallen. We are entering a world of magic, and leaving our trivial daily concerns at the door.
Suddenly, there, on the stage, framed in an aura of white light are... situa- tions? stories? people?
Ivo, the director, enters and tells us that his photographs are the Great Lie: "My version of reality is based on the lie, with that which is not real."
The curtain rises.
We see bars, dressmakers, flower shops, hairdresser\'s - all of them selling, concocting, inventing and creating fear, hate, passion, silence.
We watch people some naked, some clothed in frenzied acts of bringing their fictional characters to life: heroes and villains, actors and actresses, symbols.
We imagine their stories and daily happenings, all of which are magically transformed into surreal, absurd, Kafka-esque scenarios.
The curtain falls.
The lights come on. But we are left with that Vision, that haunting vision, that vision which speaks.
Ivo\'s photography. Are his photographs his Reality, his Great Lie, or his Great Vision? It doesn\'t matter...
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