Galactic roadwork

Nightwolf Karl
Solo exhibition in Naflan
Opening October 2, 5 pm-7 pm
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Since I was wet behind the ears, fairy tales and myths have had me Photography came later and knocked everything out of balance It opened my thermal light that every thing sees, everything has its own eyes, its perspective The idea grew and rose as a basis Here that temple of mind steps forward into reality, thereby inevitable truth.
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Within all of us lives an enthusiasm that is suppressed for the benefit of society whenever we get the chance to excel. Very rarely, pauses and contemplates what needs to be paid so that the material can tighten its grip on our soul and suffocate the mind inside the boxes of society.

Here I hunt from sea as well as land the lost souls that once lived among us opinions, dangers and customs, as well as actions that previously controlled entire societies Among these can be found forgotten dreams, desires that disappeared, passion that drowned in more important matters.

Today, that waste cannot be accepted, much less passions are spliced far and wide. My will is cosmological, and I immerse myself in an intellectual journey that does not color within the lines, rather the colors are the lines. Only what we have discarded will be shown.

The power is obtained by seeing the truth I want to uncover what was before, what we gave in All that energy, power and raw emotion; childlike nature The universe does not let such things go away and holds fast to what no one else wants In other dimensions or at different wavelengths, a world lurks where fragments of our nature, grains of soul, become objectified in dead angels Our lost part that has no master.

The world I show is full of dead angels wandering around in search of a medium They convey a truth waiting for someone to listen.