Metamorphosis

About the Artwork

‏Time is the narrative of decline. In the end, it erodes everything and transformation becomes pervasive. ‏Not in a physical way, but in the manner of a struggle doomed to failure: the recovery of a memory, the grasping of something that has been lost forever. ‏The faces bear witness to this battle; faces that seem to be immersed in a vortex, like the traces of faded visages resembling a butterfly metamorphosis, wandering beside the stair-totems, imprisoned within the frame of oblivion. ‏These faces, imprisoned in decline, seek something in their everyday existence; these seemingly silent and motionless faces are engaged in an eternal struggle. Their gaze calls upon us for help. Are they not familiar? Do we not remember them? ‏And from here, an ethereal veil begins, penetrating our souls and binding itself to every particle of our existence. ‏What our gaze retains, instead of memory itself, more than anything else, is the imprint of those lines and patterns that fade into oblivion, ‏in the refraction of that aspect which keeps memory coherent and frozen in its entirety. ‏Thus, the essential question is not what we remember; the question concerns what has been forgotten.