In the beginning, there was nothing but space, the yawning nothing, the origin, the bearer of magical possibilities capable of giving forms to the eternal conflicts of order and chaos.
Then they entered the Earth's atmosphere in a propitious moment of action when Kairos split apart the linearity of flowing time.
First, they sewed fluorescent runes into the rotting tree of life.
Scribbles of an epiphany.
Although their ancestrofuturistic garments were made out of alien bacterias and non-organic composites, they appeared as mythological visions that were sung in pagan legends centuries ago.
Their epiphany was not only tearing apart the habitual textual of reality but also caused a fracture in between the geomorphic plates of deep time. Due to their distorted and radioactive DNA, it was hard to decide at first glance whether these non-human creatures were the results of some infernal xenogenetic design or they were a fulfillment of divine prophecies.
Hard to decide if these symbols are signs of resurrection or predictions of an inevitable Armageddon.
Then a formless blub grows out of the filthy flesh of the Earth and solidifies into an intelligent volcanic crystal, its veins dazzle in nuclear radiation. On the veins of the rock an epigraph evangelizes future species:
To fuse ourselves with our own selves;
Our consciousness takes deep roots
and absorbs the Whole”
TEXT: Zsolt Miklósvölgyi
PHOTOGRAPHER: Barnabás Neogrády-Kiss
VIDEOSHOTS: Tímea Piróth
COSTUME: Levente Leitner, Eszter Nagy
Csongrád Artists' Colony, Csongrád
𝖂𝖗𝖆𝖕 𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝕿𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓: WOFT (Martina Bús, Dániel Kophelyi)