‘’From Zero One goes to nothingness
On the path you will see the sun”
When one tries to talk about life and death he is moving into unfamiliar waters. We seem to lack real answers for the greatest issues
and question of our lives. But, we never cease to search.
“We are made up of the material that dreams are made of, and our little life is surrounded by sleep”. ~ Shakespeare
A concept that has occupied individuals, generations, cultures and civilizations. Depending on time and place, cultures interact with the issue of life and death in ways that present similarities to that of the
individual but with unique differences between civilizations.
In Egypt, pharaohs were being buried with their material possessions, believing in the continuation of as if it were unchanging.
The existential question of whether and in what form there is life after death, and of the exact relationship between body and soul
was answered in different ways in Greek philosophy. Ancient Athenians had the
custom of anointing young women before they were married and at their death if
they were unmarried. Both, as rites of passage. The oil used was kept in a
white vase called a lekythos, on which was
painted a colorful representation depicting the dead in the underworld. This
lekythos was placed over their graves.
Fundamental questions and eternal wondering…who really can talk about the boundaries of life and death? How does the one exist in tandem with the other? Where does one stop, and then begins the other?
And the body, its breath, its movement, its pain, its needs and desires, the performer of the soul.
Our thirst for strength, for beauty, for passing into a world where destruction will not condemn us to obscurity, is depicted through the operation of the body, and how it is immersed in art and a reflection of
the human experience.
The desire for the land of incorruptibility, of eternity, makes us apprehend the moment, to make it immortal. Life, death and the
body their connector…the single point of currency.
Within this adventure of our battle with death, the creative process works uniquely in the moment with the power to relate the past
and the future, giving the feeling of continuity, which may be the only form of
immortality.
The only thing these things have in common is man. His life, his death, his body as a field of encounter of life and death, his body
as a vehicle that moves through the passage between nonexistence, then life, and ultimately death.
A desperate attempt to fight against the unknown and the futility we are condemned to, from the beginning to the end of our life.
In our sacred and desperate attempt to give a personal meaning to a world that stands firm on meaningfulness, we only desire to be
where beauty and silence themselves want to save something under the sun…or the
shadow…
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