“Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing smooth –
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.”
In this digitized era, we place our presence in the vast world of bytes, codes and strings, transcending ourselves into unbodily creatures of specific data history. We exhibit our everyday life as an art item, uncertain of its value, but convinced that plethora of captured images, momentums, signs and landmarks will outburst in meaningful and relevant way. And still, this well documented, reliable truth belongs only to the compressed data chunks and remains out of our hand. The Core search sounds almost analogue in these circumstances. It hits to the still beating center, shovels for rootedness. First it gains a new geometrical skeleton. As an abstract figure – it cannot be harmed by time and occasions. It gradually becomes a full-grown body, a sculpture of men’s artifice and nature’s blessings.
Then it became real, once again.