ONI

As evening falls over a place of worship, at the heart of Elysium, a satyr tramples through the ruins of a sacred place in the heart of Elysium. A sacred book is discovered under the moonlight by a cloaked visitor. Between its ragged pages contain the secrets of the scribe. That faun which wrote this text dwells in the forest and peers out at its edges by the crumbling Ruins of Ballantine. Original Poetry, GAN Mixed Media Animation, Music and Performance by Laurence Fuller @LaurenceFuller

The watcher of the stones

Decimos luna llena y nadie se imagina lo que hay detrás de éstas palabras. Un cuerpo que lee, es un cuerpo que también habla, a veces lee confianza, otras veces, desconfianza, el cuerpo que habla pregunta: quién es. A tension between what can and what is to be expected. We call it a Full Moon, but no one actually knows what lies behind those words. A body who reads that is also a body who talks. Sometimes he reads trust, but other times, he reads mistrust. This body who talks, often wonders: who are you? Collaborative Process: -Poetry and collage by Estrujamentes. -3D art and animation by Buda Studio.

The Gods of the underworld have lain dormant in their bitter slumber for generations ~ now whispers of a golden timepiece forged by Satan’s watchmaker, awaken their hunger for power. Eternal damnation is the vessel of time and the watch it's helm. Who of the nine will possess ultimate power through the depths of hell? Dark armies will rise and fall ~ Kings and Queens play their hands upon the boards of damnation.