The masters were the ones of otherworldly features, like no others, beyond all others… at once visionaries, liars, sorcerers, thieves, seducers, and assassins… a riddle broken into many pieces here.
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?).
Spiritual practices modify the boundary of inner and outer: alter flows of consumption, centers of perception, limits of self-care, vectors of accumulation, receptors of bliss.
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.
The square — home to the uprising at its dawn — here serves as a radical quarantine, fabricated by the shepherd-turned-hunter to smother a political sickness…It is an ancient medicinal ritual, this bloodletting.