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).
Whatever the truth, these treasure hunts are also part of a long history of fascinations with secrets and hidden things which continue to exert their pull from underneath the earth, legends of conspiracies and betrayals that reach further and deeper than any motivation ascribed to them by historical accuracies, mind-boggling accounts of greed and revenge, stories of pirates, thieves, brigands, and cutthroats that live precisely in the dense mist between history and legend.
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?).
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
We see corpses every day in images meant to document, record, perhaps to incite. In case your death was sudden or horrible, with no time to reflect. “Has this class has been too long for you?” she softly asks the dead.