A stroll through "The Void"

 

The afterlife as a series, a network of closed worlds, sometimes nightmarish and aberrant, sometimes strangely peaceful and close in appearance to the world of the living. A park surrounded by wrought iron gates, lit by street lamps. A dark and flooded cave. An interior garden made of basins above which are installed small lounges, under canopies. Divans, fountains. A Babylonian temple with walls painted with floral motifs. Corridors with blood-red walls, as if stained, from floor to ceiling, with blood in which abstract figures have been drawn. They lead to a crossroads between a temple and an industrial setting of silos and metal ladders. An old-fashioned apartment, littered with books, where on a bed is installed a small ochre-colored tent where the occupant of the place lives. Another apartment, with long cold corridors, where the concrete emerges under the wallpaper, torn in places, and where the windows look out onto an unexpected, unhoped-for elsewhere – houses, roofs, what seems to be a city – and probably illusory. Canvases on the walls. A grand piano. A gramophone on the kitchen table.