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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: [...]”Sic volvere parcas.”


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