Botto - 2024

2024 July #001. The barren landscape stretched before us, studded with silhouettes of untold stories. What seemed a product of a world estranged was instead a genius locus of the known, transformed into the unfamiliar. Here, the assembly of peculiar sentinels stood, not as mere objects, but as the heralds of vision in this steel system we called our reality.

The dunes bore the marks of a time when they were not so deserted. The shifting sands of human touch had given way, leaving behind a quiet that echoed through the metallic forms. These sculptures, large and enigmatic, appeared to survey the world through lens-like apertureseyes that followed no movement but the slow dance of cosmic rays and shadows.

Two of them faced each other, poised in silent conversation. Observers, listeners, perhaps guardians of a truth we could only guess at. Was it the secret mechanics of sight they guarded, or the intangible threads that bind observer to observed? Beneath their gaze, the soil bore a pitch-black emptinessa void where not even light could escape. This absence of color was a stark canvas, etching out everything that stood above it.

Yet, it was not just absence. It was potential; a wellspring for creativity where the seeds of new forms could one day take root, transforming the void into a nursery of innovation. The viewer was left to question: what does it mean to see, to perceive, in a world where the lines of form and function blur into riddles? These questions, the structures posited, were not to be feared but embraced as the very essence of our quest to understand the limits of our visibility, the frame of our perspective.

The steel system of visibility was an ode to this inquiry, a celebration of the complexity and uncertainty that cascaded down the veiled slopes of cognition.