This ballot picks up the broken thread of ambition first encountered in the studio Nabucco, named after the Opera that was loosely framed by the historical siege of Jerusalem, a narrative continued in last semesters studio K for Ketamine born of the madness of the film Fitzcarraldo (1982), its director Werner Herzog, the actor Klaus Kinski and the protagonist Brian Fitzgerald’s love of opera .
These studios wrestle with my doubt, my sadness, my intense hesitation to continue, and my visceral hallucinations. It is this fragile condition that anticipates any suspect interest in despots and opera. The Last Studio is certainly a mischievous affirmation for a studio title, but it remonstrates with the discordant even unachievable promise of this broken thread.