Xavi Prim

Death wanders aimlessly searching someone to send to the otherworld. The last human has died and only the remains of a society that now cannot be remembered stays. And the animals, that have understood how to outlast us, look at it from afar. What is death without someone that creates the legend?

Ö is an ancient asleeped figure, mute as a mime, a brightness, a movement that wakes up three times during the attempt to propel themself with the inertia of a jump sufficiently high to get out of the silent obscurity. The process of transformation of a synthetic idea of a tangible body of bones and meat.

The streets of Barcelona, ​​thousands of people coinciding at the same time, eyes crossed lost in thought. Not realizing that even though it may seem unique, everyone has a story worth telling. People who live the moment that will change them forever, that will define and vindicate them. Moments in our lives where we have been, or will be, aware of a change of stage; of a before and an after. Moments when we feel like we’re dragging our backs every minute we’ve lived. Because we are all inside our chrysalis until someone breaks them and forces us to face the real world.

Ö is an ancient asleeped figure, mute as a mime, a brightness, a movement that wakes up three times during the attempt to propel themself with the inertia of a jump sufficiently high to get out of the silent obscurity. The process of transformation of a synthetic idea of a tangible body of bones and meat.