.nostos.
It's time, we're back!
Like our departure, our return is on a dark winter night.
We can't afford to look back at the path we've taken
Here and now we are: what we remember is our compass
we pass the street lamps swaying in the wind,
cats hiding in nooks with the guilt of stealing
seagulls have been scrapped
asphalt is pitch black, the sky turns purple when the shadows are too long
Those footsteps on their way home are ours!
the burden of what we have been through on our shoulders, our shoulders are down.
Despite our crooked coat, there is a fire within us that burns with itself.
a vague hope that we hold on tight despite all the storms
hands frayed, hands fisted, fists pointing at us
We are now strangers in this place where we once knew ourselves, and the rest are "others"
we will be lost when we arrive at the main;
when we find ourselves we will abandon ourselves
then we'll fall over a threshold and get into a cradle
To see where we are going, to return from what we know, to sense ourselves
.artimu.
invites you to return with its new exhibition themed “nostos”.
join the game!
curator
