HOW NOT TO MELT YOUR WINGS ?
Hydra Island 2019
Intrigued by theories of the self explicit collapsology studies, I became familiar with articles reporting on the humorous tech-elite doomsday strategies. Most escape plans are to fly to a trendy bunker in New Zealand.
Aware that researching this subject testifies of my personal escapist wish of being entertained, I built my own floating wings. They are able to operate in a cool environment where the sun wouldn’t be feared. Into this dark, narcissist and awkward comedy where the asphalt is melting faster then Icarus’ wings, reality seems to no longer be reassuring enough to evolve in. This burlesque getaway, attempts to reflect on our behaviors sinking into denial and resignation, in a time where the search for utopias seems the ultimate fantasies in face of overwhelming environmental complexities.