Cranial Collage

The nature of core tells us a story of a compact and unified entirety. Yet, we base the mass of our knowledge on splitting and dissecting it, breaking it into small pieces, and we celebrate this as a grand victory of the human mind against the state of mere being. The Core gathers scattered particles, gives them color and strength of real materials – corpus, density and flow, carves their path, sculpts them from ground and wood. An old desire for making a perfect, self-sufficient mechanism breaks through – it becomes a self-awareness erasing wish, a thrive to return one to oneself. And if only a man could find a new conscience there, the one that could bridle, but not enslave, he could then rein the nature without ravaging it. The Core remains a secret - turning the gaze inside, converging the body to the focal point, surpassing the modern time occupations. The Core tells us a tale more convincing than scientific reports, it announces good the old news of inexplicable areas, of secrets returned. And as long as we can feel this and bring it to life, so it emerges in front of our eyes without any sacredness exiled – we’re safe, even in this last division of history.