Deeply immersed in our oldest thoughts,
We burn at the stake of the Sevenfold Dreams,
Their blood limpid and their matter black.
Countless and restless are our Sundays
And the hopelessness of our serenity enchants us.
Who will sing about the end of this world?
The final six collages of the Simulacrum series (Part I / Part II) refuse to provide any resolution - instead, they deepen the enigma and reach for the most inaccessible recesses of the subconscious. What if the answer floats beyond death?
Innermost Forever: Indiscretion Guaranteed