αpokatastasis pantôn

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II - 2025 - 21x22cm - ink on paper

α̅

I - 2025 - 168x250mm - whatever on paper

"You were seeking strength, justice, splendour! You were seeking love! Here is the pit, here is your pit! Its name is Silence."

"Apokatastasis Pantôn" by DSO

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VII - 2025 - 195x237mm - ink on paper
(private collection)

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VI - 2025 - 25x25cm - filth on paper

θ

IX - 2025 - 177x272mm - ink on paper

Ω

XIX - 2025 - 77x54cm - ink and acrylics on paper
(private collection)

“And there is no question that we are preoccupied by dying. But why? It is because when we die, we leave behind not only the world but also death. That is the paradox of the last hour. Death works with us in the world; it is a power that humanizes nature, that raises existence to being, and it is within each one of us as our most human quality; it is death only in the world - man only knows death because he is man, and he is only man because he is death in the process of becoming. But to die is to shatter the world; it is the loss of person, the annihilation of the being; and so it is also the loss of death, the loss of what in it and for me made it death. As long as I live, I am a mortal man, but when I die, by ceasing to be man I also cease to be mortal, I am no longer capable of dying, and my impending death horrifies me because I see it as it is: no longer death, but the impossibility of dying.”