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[...] Sic Volvere Parcas.

[Virgilio, Eneide, Proemio]






[...] “Sic volvere parcas”.
[Virgil, Aeneid]
“So spin the Fates”.
The three fates are masters of everyone’s destiny: the beginning of a life, its fulfilment, and its inevitable
end. The three supreme mythological figures are in charge of spinning this fine thread that determines the length of a life, decreeing (without compunction) when that life has become whole and sufficient - no matter how brief. It is the trickery of destiny, which imprisons us in its tapestry, consuming us mercilessly. This inescapable fate seems even more ruthless when manifested in the seductive Clotho, whose face is illuminated by the light of youth. Beautiful and inviting, she attracts the eye which traces circular paths between her eyes and lips, like an insect hovering around a ripe, juicy piece of fruit. Her delicate and subtle tapestry is her weapon, reeling in every life which by right belongs to her. The ritual of spinning and weaving, which have always been associated with divination, magic, and mythical females, spins forwards as well as backwards.
Clotho has prepared her tapestry which allocates a different fate to each person.
Lachesis patiently spins, weaving destiny in a slowly and sensuously. Working on her knees, she turns her smooth shoulders towards the viewer, backlit by mystical transparency and silken fabrics. In a slow gesture, she extends the already wound spool of thread, its irrevocably cut end swaying ever so gently, with the capriciousness of life further emphasised by the precariously positioned bowl of goldfish. Finally, Atropos severs the continuity. She is the one in charge of irretrievably tearing the hearts out of fated souls. Passionate and nervous, she stares glassy eyed at the hot muscle that has throbbed for an entire lifetime, watching as the impulses and breath of the life she has chosen to take slip away.

So destiny gets its way,
So spin the Fates,
[...]”Sic volvere parcas.”




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