Solo Exhibition Prometheus fire
At first there was a flame, it extended, exploded, traveled unrestricted, entangled into the chemical ooze of the forming of galaxies, multicellular life was born in the blink of billions of years keeping the circle of life unchanged until this same flame took form intentionally.
Civilization was born but at the price of the suffering of Prometheus. So many sacrificial moments were had throughout history as we go forward to the times of Illyrian kingdom and even further forward into a tiny fortified town of Rhizon, where the flame is ongoing in this very moment within each of you reading this text, breathing in and out in the rhythm of life, in the rhythms destiny. This is a story about flames that make life worth living, truths that get revealed only when Bacchus or Dionysus liberate the subconscious from the conscious restraints that society or “fitting in” constructed in our perceptions.
This exhibition traces that flame as both origin and inheritance. It is a force that animates matter and spirit alike, carrying within it the paradox of creation and destruction, ecstasy and burden, instinct and form. Here, fire is not only an element, but a metaphor for consciousness itself—for the restless impulse to make meaning, to transgress limits, and to search beyond both in feeling and thought while standing still in this moment igniting it with our own flames.
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