Nymphtopia / March 9th - March 30th, 2024 / Los Angeles, CA
“What’s a nymph like me to do with something that belongs to men?” Ursula K. Le Guin
Beneath the veneer of human conquest lies a force, ancient and indomitable, Mother Nature herself. A power that surges beyond the might of man, timeless, cradling eternity in her arms. The scars we etch upon this world—crumbled empires, shattered castles, skyscrapers bowed with age, and the rust of human ambition—fade into her embrace. Without our hands to hold them, nature, with a stoic grace, weaves her reclaiming song. The line that once divided the bustle of cities from the tranquility of the countryside blurs, as earth and life enshroud the remnants of our concrete dreams in a verdant shroud. In the epoch post humanity, Mother Nature enfolds what once was lost to her.
The word ‘Nymph’ in Greece means young woman at the peak of her attractiveness, bride or young wife. And nymphs were ever-present in nature, being deeply related to vegetation..spreading across mountains, drifting through the water flows, scouring the forests and the lonely trees—a testament to life's embrace.
The words or Ursula keep coming back to me. “What’s a nymph like me to do with something that belongs to men?”
The answer is reclaim it.
Welcome to Nymphtopia.
A chronicle of civilizations—those that were, those that are, and those yet to rise. From the earth, castles soar, ancient and weathered, their heartbeats echoed in the skyscrapers that sprout from their core, only to be embraced by the greenery of nymphs. Statues, recalling the genius of Renaissance, meld with the unfathomable machinery of modernity, abandoned in the meadows as relics, yet reborn through the nymphs' playful revelry. In their realm, what was old breathes anew, and what is new forges a tale of empowerment. A narrative where the protagonist stands unbroken, and the countless women, lost to history's silence, emerge—resilient and vibrant in the tapestry of the future.
