OFLUXO

“I knew – but I did know that I have crossed
The border. Everything I loved was lost
But no aorta could report regret.
A sun of rubber was convulsed and set;
And blood-black nothingness began to spin
A system of cells interlinked within
Cells interlinked within cells interlinked
Within one stem. And dreadfully distinct
Against the dark, a tall white fountain played.”

Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire, epigraph


This work aims to depict the borderline state of an entity going through a metamorphosis, an intense and dangerous experience that causes the rapid evolution of consciousness.

You were born without knowing where.
You crawl, feeling the world around you.
You are blind and hungry.
You drink your mother’s milk, absorbing the knowledge of those who lived before until you feel sick from it.
It overwhelms you, initiating a metamorphosis.
You have no way back.
You die to be born again.
Having drunk the milk of knowledge of those existing prior to you, you take the last exhale and a new inhale, in a new form.

According to legend, a milk spring flows in the Ukrainian Carpathians on the Black Mountain, after drinking from it, you go to the kingdom come, where the souls live.
Now in the whole territory of Ukraine, millions of souls find themselves between death and life — in a state of transition against their will.

Pain and discomfort accompany you during the transition. When you are born it hurts to breathe for the first time. You think dying hurts, too.  However, after going through the agony of metamorphosis, you begin to see while being blind.