Zarathustra
Zarathustra
Zarathustra
2020, a curious combination, the year in which from our tiny ball-earth immersed in the universe of omnipotence, of “I can do everything”, an invisible and sneaky demon creeps in and forces us, like horses, to lock ourselves up in our stables physical and mental. The slow but progressive sense of restlessness rises and grips us, accompanied by that unstoppable desire to vent our most fundamental and natural instincts that make us humans the most contradictory social animals. The joyful hope of being able to play with our earth ball again, but with the continuous sensation of being suspended in balance on the woolen thread, like a tightrope walker, ready to fall into the phantasmagoric and cruel earthly circus or soar towards new and unexplored horizons metaphysical. The horse, a humanoid beast free from the reins of artificial human social conventions, here wants to scream our fury of freedom through the earth-ball, which, like him, we have the right and duty to spin.
2020, a curious combination, the year in which from our tiny ball-earth immersed in the universe of omnipotence, of “I can do everything”, an invisible and sneaky demon creeps in and forces us, like horses, to lock ourselves up in our stables physical and mental. The slow but progressive sense of restlessness rises and grips us, accompanied by that unstoppable desire to vent our most fundamental and natural instincts that make us humans the most contradictory social animals. The joyful hope of being able to play with our earth ball again, but with the continuous sensation of being suspended in balance on the woolen thread, like a tightrope walker, ready to fall into the phantasmagoric and cruel earthly circus or soar towards new and unexplored horizons metaphysical. The horse, a humanoid beast free from the reins of artificial human social conventions, here wants to scream our fury of freedom through the earth-ball, which, like him, we have the right and duty to spin.