ASCENT

ASCENT , ARIANNA DE BLANCK.
Here, ascent is not light: it is a constant pressure, a gesture that crushes even as it tries to rise.
Knowledge, once opened, is now bent, marked, restrained. The pages absorb traces, hold impressions, becoming a surface where passage is imprinted without being understood.Color bursts in like a declaration.It is a sign of will, of presence, of a desire that does not hide.
 It does not illuminate the path — it claims it.It is about dominating the point of departure.
Because every ascent has a price.And it is not always paid by the one who rises.