In the race for space, as in the race for progress, humankind often becomes ruthless, losing control over technologic ambition. The tragic events on this quest for beauty are as important as beauty itself. We can risk and fail, we must learn and evolve.
Within the oneiric dimension past and future meet, remote places become home and familiar faces morph into strangers. Between driven intentions and unconscious desires, the space of endless possibilities takes shape in what is thought to be a time fraction of 2 hours.
In a perpetual cycle of highs and lows we crawl through life. We rise and fall, laugh and cry, come to life and die. It is not only a human condition but nature’s too, where order alternates with chaos and light gives way to dark. All the inevitable that makes us feel so frail.
Sometimes we avoid simple solutions persisting with noxious habits, while we are purely afraid of change. The very thing that we fear, is what may save us.
Our most real self hiding behind a mask, a dreadful beast growing inside the human shape. The objects of desire leave an empty space in our memory, a lack of identity shaped by our expectations. Everything but a child's play.
A disenchanted child dreams of a surreal conversation between Devil and God. Dying trees shaping the landscape: a reality so cruel that feels like a dream, and makes us forget how reckless time can be.
Closing oneself off can be an answer to the outer hostile world. An invisible fencing net weaves an invisible barrier between us and the merciless reality, where only our dark silhouettes outlive.
Dogmas are often created and abused by the masses. People are fed with something to believe in, yet they don’t realise that the same obsession can make reality even more confusing and aberrant.
