The Atlantis has disappeared and the memories of the sunken city are suspended in time. The relics are inextricably linked together, the eagle is at one with a shoal of dolphins, the Madonna rocks a prancing horse. Melted in coral, when the meaning escapes us, the myth blooms.
And what if the cataclysm was deliberate, a subterfuge to hide and exalt its History, and what if its echo was still standing up, beyond the windows from which escapes the glow of a supernatural sunset. It’s through this labyrinth of visions that we find our way back following Ariadne's thread and are led to our memory of this great island.
Text and artwork by Mathias Vouters