The power of myth - a paradox.
We see it and recognize it for what
it is, an untruth, an illusion. Or not?
We know that what we see differs
from our reality, yet we want to
believe it, are drawn in
like magic.
A paradox.
In search of de-paradox we come across a door that leads to “the other”.
We see that it is a myth, not really there, but still we want, even have to, enter in it somehow.
We can’t stand not knowing what’s behind it and want to forget that we’re hitting a wall.
Sometimes we even do that.
(painted on a monumental building, had to be removed two days later.)
