SWERVE by Scylla Rhiadra @ Nitroglobus
SWERVE, the August 2024 exhibition by Scylla Rhiadra @ Nitroglobus Main hall
- Swerve = to turn aside, deviate in movement from the straight or direct course -
Scylla is a well-known and respected artist, and I am glad she said yes when I invited her to exhibit at Nitroglobus. I asked her to make something ‘different’ and she sure did. The images of this exhibition show a more daring and close to the skin side of Scylla. I love it!
Take your time to read her extensive explanation, a must to understand the meaning of the art shown. OR if you have no patience just walk/cam around and enjoy.
Dido Haas, owner/curator Nitroglobus
My sincere thanks to David Silence for creating the classy poster based on an image of Scylla.
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Opening party: Monday, 5 August 12 PM SLT
Music by Livio Korobase
Particles: I will do my best to shoot some 😉
taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/22...
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Explanation/Description by the artist:
We swim through a torrential downpour of plummeting atoms that crowd the void of space. They fall, sometimes swerving from their course and colliding with others, cohering into new clumps of matter or ricocheting off each other in unpredictable ways. In this world there are no gods, only matter and motion. It is a universe of endless change, of birth, decay, death, and rebirth in new forms. Nothing is eternal or immortal except the atoms themselves.
This is our world, for we too are clumps of atoms, and their nature is our nature. What we call "free will" is merely a function of atomic swerve; as atoms collide, connect, or repel, so also do we, driven by the irresistible laws of matter. Pleasure is an illusion and desire a trap. From incoherent matter are we sprung, and we are mere transients, shifting, changing, decaying, until we return to it with death.
We are the stuff of stars.
And we are dust and dung.
Scylla
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This exhibition is inspired by "W," a lengthy philosophical and proto-scientific poem composed in the 1st century BCE by the Epicurean Roman poet Titus Lucretius Carus. Atheistic, mechanistic, and materialist, written "in his lucid moments" by a man who supposedly had been driven mad by a love potion administered by a besotted lover, "De Rerum Natura" has always been seen as a deeply dangerous poem, associated with madness, suicide, and obscenity.
De Rerum Natura tells us of a clockwork universe in which the only real meaning adheres to the atoms that are everywhere falling in seemingly chaotic, swerving patterns of creation and destruction.
It tells us of ourselves
SWERVE by Scylla Rhiadra @ Nitroglobus
SWERVE, the August 2024 exhibition by Scylla Rhiadra @ Nitroglobus Main hall
- Swerve = to turn aside, deviate in movement from the straight or direct course -
Scylla is a well-known and respected artist, and I am glad she said yes when I invited her to exhibit at Nitroglobus. I asked her to make something ‘different’ and she sure did. The images of this exhibition show a more daring and close to the skin side of Scylla. I love it!
Take your time to read her extensive explanation, a must to understand the meaning of the art shown. OR if you have no patience just walk/cam around and enjoy.
Dido Haas, owner/curator Nitroglobus
My sincere thanks to David Silence for creating the classy poster based on an image of Scylla.
***
Opening party: Monday, 5 August 12 PM SLT
Music by Livio Korobase
Particles: I will do my best to shoot some 😉
taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/22...
***
Explanation/Description by the artist:
We swim through a torrential downpour of plummeting atoms that crowd the void of space. They fall, sometimes swerving from their course and colliding with others, cohering into new clumps of matter or ricocheting off each other in unpredictable ways. In this world there are no gods, only matter and motion. It is a universe of endless change, of birth, decay, death, and rebirth in new forms. Nothing is eternal or immortal except the atoms themselves.
This is our world, for we too are clumps of atoms, and their nature is our nature. What we call "free will" is merely a function of atomic swerve; as atoms collide, connect, or repel, so also do we, driven by the irresistible laws of matter. Pleasure is an illusion and desire a trap. From incoherent matter are we sprung, and we are mere transients, shifting, changing, decaying, until we return to it with death.
We are the stuff of stars.
And we are dust and dung.
Scylla
***
This exhibition is inspired by "W," a lengthy philosophical and proto-scientific poem composed in the 1st century BCE by the Epicurean Roman poet Titus Lucretius Carus. Atheistic, mechanistic, and materialist, written "in his lucid moments" by a man who supposedly had been driven mad by a love potion administered by a besotted lover, "De Rerum Natura" has always been seen as a deeply dangerous poem, associated with madness, suicide, and obscenity.
De Rerum Natura tells us of a clockwork universe in which the only real meaning adheres to the atoms that are everywhere falling in seemingly chaotic, swerving patterns of creation and destruction.
It tells us of ourselves