The viewer, a men, staring back at them, fully dressed. One witnesses the meetings of many different stories here. Or maybe we encounter the brutal beginning of storytelling all together.
The rape of Leda by the god Zeus, a „A shudder in the loins engenders there ,the broken wall, the burning roof and tower“ describes Yeats and after that: silence. Leda will give birth to Helen of Troy, the woman over whom the Trojan War will be fought. In ancient Greek mythology- and in Yeat's poem- Leda´s rape is taken as an indirect cause of war. A war that brought the end of the ancient mythological era and the birth of modern history.
Histories and fables like König Hirsch by Carol Gozzi, about a child abandoned in the forest who returns to a lost kingdom, about transformations and human forms. And what are the stories we tell ourselves? Is it the woman with three breasts that you think about while making love at the beginning of the 20th century a copy of "Der Amethyst/ Die Opale" lying next to you? Is it the weight of a body that used to sit here both being looked at while staring back at you?
Franz Blei, Der Amethyst