This rising trend of building silk rooms takes us into the heart of the fabric’s own paradox: on the one hand, a material of fragility, softness, and smoothness (the fine threads); on the other hand, a force of entanglement, tightness, and constriction (the spider’s web).
We see a box which is empty but which emanates light. Through this emanation, the radiating light, a new surface is created (projected on the walls), and the entire space is filled with intricate patterns.
1:1. One decomposing body, one tree…It is the constraint of one body with one set of roots and the resulting production of an exact exchange between death and life that thrills (could there be justice in death?) and horrifies (will we be held accountable for life, in death too?).
It is only beyond the event horizon that the traveler can submit his aging mind and body to the cessation of time forever.
He has all the agency or importance of someone condemned to watch a tidal wave: he can only stare forward.
This is the work of a new butcher, one that has certainly learned from the old masters, but then in silent solitude went to invent her own counter-procedure
Artificial primordialism; hypothetical exodus; prophetic wilderness.