Cocoons 3

This painting honors a friend who fought in the Seychelles rebellion. Set in a modest workshop, the scene reflects a life rebuilt after conflict-where prosthetic limbs, wartime memories, and quiet craftsmanship speak to resilience, reflection, and healing.

Embracing Changes, Chasing Dreams

the living room.

> "In my practice, I engage with Greek myth, particularly in this site-specific installation of the snake-haired Medusa story, to explore the nuances of fear of the Feminine. Synthesizing color, form, and texture, I weaved the symbolism behind Medusa into contemporary feminist discourse. The installation challenges patriarchal narratives, repurposing synthetic hair into diamond pattern forms through knitting to resemble snakeskin. Additionally, each serpent head is a cast of my own hands, representing a personal connection between myself and the viewer, inviting contemplation on the constructed nature of fear and making a subtle nod to femininity, depending on the viewer's perspective." Pavlina Vagioni

Each serpent has variable dimensions. When stretched in a straight line, each serpent measures 12 x 689 x 12 cm

Gorgons

Woman, Man & Wolf 

"Communion"

Alone, Yet Not Lonely

From which star did we fall?

This is one of many remarkable paintings by Amaka, an artist from the West African country of Togo. He generally works in acrylic on canvas. His work is available through the City Arts Salon Gallery in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

Mask

In this series, the artist is questioning the boundaries of his practice and exploring the intersection of work and play. It serves as a dialogue between artists and viewers—a playground of shared exploration.

‘Exhibitionism’ sheds light on the paradoxes inherent in an artist's career. Private creations yearn for public display. The artist confronts the contradictions that define artistic expression—a space where intimate dialogues transform into public showcases.

  

Exhibitionism

> _www.tanna.info/necromantic-lover_

**Necromantic Lover**

**_After I reproved the dead creation within me, I took witness the ineffable truth._**

_Necromantic Lover_ speaks tethered communication to both the living and the romantic dead. Acting as a conduit of the love unseen, the speaker performs in a raw, desperate attempt to reach out beyond the physical world and embrace the attachments within the realms of the soul. The simplicity of the speaker is deceiving—she rests on an emotional bridge between two worlds: one of flesh and one of spirit, swaying with the desire to find meaning in the truth of what is felt in the claims of true love. It's through these reverberations that we throw our voices into the void, hoping that they will be heard, and that our souls will be recognized. What is love if not the **_committance_** of the self and soul in entirety, as separation from such a romance would cause certain death—with another renewal to be blasphemous across the chasm of life and death. It's lyricism draws pleas to this new feeling, to be longing for such understanding in the most intimate and profound sense. Despite her physical revival, the speaker finds herself grappling with the hollow space where love once lived. The heart's "ambient twitching" represents the lingering numbness, the unnaturalness of this second life. The constant "inspection of the morgue" symbolizes both her internal search for what remains of herself—what she still craves but may never regain—and the attraction her new lover feels for her cold, lifeless state. It's in that resonance, between speaker and listener, where the soul's deepest yearning to be heard breaks through, finding its voice in a world that can no longer hear it. Ultimately, the parts of the self we sacrifice and the emptiness that can remain after we give it all away become transcended into an afterlife, viewing a new heaven in her lover's eyes. It's about coming back from death, only to discover that what we once thought was love might have only been a fleeting illusion. In the end, she weighs if there is any true life or love left for us. Are we doomed to live in a state of perpetual longing, always searching for something that can never fully bring us back in light of knowing all the losses of meaning with finding the beauty of this new romance. She submits to the wrong nature of giving what she can, in acceptance of her fate, asking when the time comes for this idyllic last lover to part from her, to please, lock the door.
  
  
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For my Luminary, Daveithai, dwelling of the seed of Seth.

My beloved, son of Autogenes, and his aeons.

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_chain of memories/fears, repent the body, pedestal the source,_

_laid judgement from the mirror in refractions of a puritans reflection,_

_though betrothed to my dysrhythmia, at my worst,_

_dominating_

_overexertion delirium,_

_your praise_

_do not enable me_

_Genesis._

_Birth by sleep._

_When I Wake Up, I’ll Find You. And Then There Will Be No Lies._

_I will step forward to realize this wish_

_nurture patience_

_practice compassion for us as one_

_you will find deeper vains_

_Strengthen my malleable weakness_

_as boundless light in absence of nerve endings. Who will I have ice cream with? Necromantic Lover._

  
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lyrics

_I’ve got plenty of rest_

_With none of the peace_

_My brain had stopped all functioning_

_They said almost deceased_

_I haven’t got a will_

_For any debts I’d wanna keep_

_Morbid lover throw my ashes to the sea_

_And there’s something so wrong_

_With what you’re doing to me_

_What you’re doing to me_

_Ambient twitching_

_My heart has stopped again_

_Inspections of the morgue_

_Necromantic lover_

_Is it cold under the sheets_

_After hours shopping_

_No way I still taste sweet_

_you turn on the light_

_I know I'm pallor than I seem_

_For you to hold me tight_

_You must be lonelier than me_

_Is this what is after life_

_Is this just me in my mind_

_I feel a new heaven in your eyes_

_I feel you’ve arrived much past my time_

_Inspections of the morgue_

_What is it you're searching for_

_When you leave please lock the door_

_My heart has stopped again_

_Ambient twitching_

_my heart has stopped_

_again_

_And there’s something so wrong_

_My heart has stopped again_

_What you’re doing to me_

_My heart has stopped again_

Necromantic Lover

Safety Net 1

"Where is the man? Ecce homo." created by Igor Eugen Prokop raises profound and multifaceted questions about the modern world and human existence. This piece is not merely a painting but rather a kind of inquiry that the artist poses about the interplay between human nature and the world.

At first glance, it may simply appear to be a painting depicting a biblical scene. However, upon closer inspection, we understand that it is much more than that. Its dimensions, acrylic paint, and diverse techniques such as woodcuts, linocuts, pen drawings, painting, prints, and lacquer technique all contribute to making the artwork multidimensional and deeply expressive.

The title of the painting, "Where is the man? Ecce homo." or "Where is the man? Behold the man." refers, on the one hand, to the biblical context where Pilate used these words while showing the scourged, crowned with thorns, and clothed in purple Jesus. But in Prokop's interpretation, the painting raises a much more universal question about the condition and position of humanity in today's world.

The question posed by the painting is: where is humanity amidst the destruction of nature and the chaos of the world? What role does humanity play in this modern world? The artist's question is obviously relevant and meaningful to all of us.

Humanity is indeed in a pitiful situation. Violence, power struggles, and environmental devastation are all problems we must confront. Prokop's painting urges us to examine our own roles and responsibilities regarding the future of human society and nature.

Through the details of the painting, its intricate technique, and its diversity, it seeks to offer glimpses into the depths of the human soul. Thus, it presents goodness, morality, progress, and cooperation as possible solutions to the world's problems.

WHERE IS THE MAN.ECCE HOMO.

stairs

"Written in Stone" is a marble floppy disk on a floating shelf the colour of the original IBM computer. It encapsulates the tension between permanence and ephemerality in the digital age. By rendering this symbol of 1980s innovation in stone—a material synonymous with timelessness—the piece transforms a tool of obsolescence into a monument to memory and progress.

Written in Stone

A serene fusion of movement and tranquility, Grace and Stillness captures a figure suspended in a moment of quiet elegance. Set against a soft, blueish background that evokes the fluidity of water, the composition radiates a sense of calm and weightlessness. The delicate posture of the body, accentuated by gentle lighting, creates a mesmerizing contrast between form and the ethereal backdrop. Like a ripple in still waters, this piece invites the viewer to lose themselves in its peaceful, dreamlike atmosphere.

  

Grace and stillness

This painting is a simplified, childlike figure sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce. The figure is enraptured with what it is looking at, almost begging the viewer to join in its rapture. The muted peach and orange tones are meant to evoke child-like innocence and surrender. The head is a rectangular box in light orange with simple features: two small circles for eyes and small teeth for a mouth. The head is missing its lower jaw, it is no longer needed. The body is a rounded shape with X's for nipples and an oval for a navel. The short, stubby arms end in hand-like shapes with orange accents for fingernails, while the toenails are similarly simple, with orange accents.

The style is naive, with no detailed perspective or realistic anatomy. It is meant to feel innocent and simple, reminiscent of childhood and saturday morning cartoons in front of the box setup. The background is a blend of orange and pale yellow and off-white, to create a peaceful atmosphere. The edges are slightly distressed, with orange paint spilling onto the frame. 

  
The overall mood is meant to be quiet and reflective, evoking a serene, slightly melancholic stillness.

I'm OK With My Hermitage in Autumn

Eurythms (installation detail)

A fragment of pleasure.

These sculptural candle holders embody a dialogue between **materiality and process**, capturing the moment of substance solidification in an organic, almost fluid form. 

  
Balancing between **utility and artistic expression**, they transform a traditional object into a tactile experience where imperfection becomes an aesthetic principle. Light and fire interact with the form, emphasizing its plasticity and transience, inviting the viewer into a meditative contemplation.

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