A man with no memory or name finds himself in the last place to survive a cataclysm that wiped out mankind.
The story will call upon the protagonist, who will slowly understand his divine nature and his anger, until the acceptance of his destiny and of the nature of life, thus deciding to trigger an irreversible process that will only lead in one direction.
*print from zinc plate made by me and printed by lithography and chalcography by Art Busato (Vicenza)
The word is beginning and end, and from the black a presence is formed without memories and which is quickly catapulted into an invaded, destroyed city...
Humanity has been swept away by a cataclysm and the sun no longer rises. Some people have remained shadows and presences distant to us, who still move and repeat the same actions as if for fear of losing their meaning. the waters have risen and are slowly corroding the city which reacts by lighting up with an unnatural glow. I slowly discover that I arrived here following a source of heat, the only one left, an ancient oven in the heart of the city is calling us. Horrified I discover how it is used, I feel that I have a deeper connection than I can remember with fire, a gift given to them, a gift that is misunderstood, exploited, deluded. It is the symbol of Prometheus who realizes the point where man has arrived, at the cost of beauty, of losing the sacred, the true meaning of life. Horrified, I fall into a nightmare and find myself in the cemetery. Only death is a companion here, terrible visions of the end of the world, swept away by death and with only the sound of suffering voices. I wake up and hear the tolling of bells, a call, an alarm, a song from the history of the world resounds and vibrates throughout the city, all the bells ring and call me into the church. Here the fire is gone, incense fills every corner and lives on the ashes of the dead fire, of the sacred fire. I understand my return to this place and this moment.
The end is a continuation of the beginning, the cycle must be maintained to maintain the balance of the world. The film specifically deals with the end of a relationship, a scene that will follow one another immediately after the vision of the church, and the consequent acceptance of the end, to be embraced and to die for, to be born with new flesh and a wiser conscience. It is a period in which the idea of the end of the world as we know it becomes more and more palpable and real, given the pandemic, the continuous international clashes, the pressure of my Greek land between crises and socio-political conflicts, and especially of a relationship that has touched strings not understood until now. The film deals with the understanding of the nature of things, of a city like Venice that finally embraces its decline and does not desperately try to avoid it, suffocating, rather it lights up with a light never seen before, it remains the last strip of land saved from the rising of the waters since it is the only city that has always lived of this melancholy and mutual co-existence with its imminent end of being submerged.
Just like her, I also understand my future, a question that we all ask ourselves since our birth, is that of becoming a fuse, the essence that the end may arise to start a new cycle, understand one’s mistakes as a person, how whole humanity and take charge of it, like Prometheus himself with whom this neo-myth takes charge. The need for stories is ever higher and myths are indicators of this need, they absorb everything around them and generate new forms while maintaining the fundamental foundations that make men what they are. To generate a black spot as an escape route, as a point of death and a generator of life, have come to me during this chilling moment, and the purpose of every artist, like every man and woman, is to sing the songs of history to to keep the memory and to generate others, in order to remember the past and generate the future.
IL SOLE NERO BRUCIERÀ OGNI COSA NEL SUO CAMMINO, OGNI UOMO, DONNA, BAMBINO QUI PRESENTE INCONTRERÀ UNA NUOVA FORMA DI ESISTENZA, UNA LIBERAZIONE CORPOREA DEL SUO SPIRITO, LIBERO DI DIVENTARE LUCE INSIEME AL RESTO DEL MONDO E TORNARE AD ILLUMINARE LA TERRA ORMAI OSCURA, DESOLATA ANGOLO DI MONDO. IL TUO SACRIFICIO OH PROMETEO, È DI LIBERARE L’UMANITÀ DALLA LORO CONDANNA, L’ODIO PER SE STESSI, LIBERANDO IL SACRO DAL DIVINO, BRUCIANDO L’ULTIMA CITTÀ RIMASTA E TRASCENDENDO FINALMENTE NEL FUTURO, AGONIOSAMENTE ATTESO, DANDO AGLI ESSERI UMANI UNA POSSIBILITÀ PER ILLUMINARSI.
*screenshots from movie