We cannot see, we cannot understand, but we can feel, be like seismographs who intercept the inconsistency of meaning.
We live in the creative and non-destructive fracture.
A diffraction of visual structures that reveal the different
shades of the possible, the different identities, the respective individual and collective emotional spaces.
Rifting is not a synthesis, not even a mirror of reality, but the split itself that explodes to show the synthetic confusion
caused by the jarring exchange between life and the global economic and communicative system.
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Artists in always different random order
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n.
v. rift·ed, rift·ing, rifts
v.intr To split open; break.
v.tr. To cause to split open or break.
It lasts a fraction
of life
that you can find around /
It won't end
not so soon