Imagine a narrative undisturbed by time.
Imagine this historical track working independent of the ideological sculptors.
Imagine the torment of the Artist.
The beginning of the process is the ideological foundation of time.
The condition of the project rests with its sculptors, with the cultural programming of these minds. NOW, are they free? Or are they merely automatons? The whether of time will transform. The last lyrical breath of a dying god will be transcribed by an ancient gargoyle.
Sculptors work on Time.
Sculptors transform Time.