About This Project
I dream of a hypnotic pax.
What if Minerva had seduced Mars?
Pax, daughter of Iustitia, is little revered, she just watches.
Radix Pacis arises from the bulb-origin that abandons its veiled state before the light. She metamorphoses her deep roots into branches. She stops that instant of sharp fragility in the chrysalis for her lyrical reconstruction.
The return to the origin is a polysemic nest: it is container, it is content. The cave refers to the rock as a support: the cornerstone.
It is a reunion with the historical trace of memory, also of oblivion.
Culture is deeply rooted in nature, hence the need for a new kind of ethos.
Feathers sprout from inert roots and branches, sap germinates from the dead chrysalis, life emanates from stone, natural environments are inverted, and the void is transformed into a creative generator. The occult goes from “not being” to being, it is Poiesis.
Root that is born from the sense of appropriation and belonging, from a “non-forgetfulness” of the environment to which one belongs, from that law of nature that is the Iustitia.
The pen is to flight, what the book is to freedom, but the pen is also a trival Mars, the garb of the warrior.
From the beginning, Venus dresses in feathers, she is Pax and she is Minerva. She is resilient.
The truth emerges as alétheia, it is a song to peace. The conscious self sprouts, which is a “you” and it is a “we”. Poetry. Culture. Nature. Peace root.
Aixa Portero
