DEGENERATION

DEGENERATION , ARIANNA DE BLANCK.

Not time that destroys, but what is left behind.Here, memory does not fade — it jams. It builds up among tired mechanisms, among signs repeated until they lose all meaning. Every element carries the weight of what has been — words, gestures, identities — yet nothing remains intact.
Red is no longer life. It is a trace. A residue. What remains when meaning tears itself apart and scatters, staining everything it touches.Under pressure, language fractures. Symbols distort, repeating obsessively, becoming hollow echoes of a lost order.There is a silent violence in this transformation. It is the erosion of identity, the collapse of meaning under the weight of repetition.
It is deterioration in progress.