“Let us face ourselves. We are Hyperboreans; we know very well how far off we live. Neither by land nor by sea will you find the way to the Hyperboreans”
“We were intrepid enough, we spared neither ourselves nor others; but for a long time we did not know where to turn with our intrepidity. We became gloomy, we were called fatalists. Our fatum—abundance, tension, the damming of strength. We thirsted for lightning and deeds and were most remote from the happiness of the weakling, resignation.”
“In our atmosphere was a thunderstorm; the nature we are became dark—for we saw no way. Formula for our happiness: a Yes, a No, a straight line, a goal.”
Friedrich Nietzsche, The Anti Christ
The myth of Iperborea tells the story of legendary civilizations collapsed in the cataclysm known in the various myths of the world as the Flood. As the ones of Atlantis and Uthopia, it reminds us of legendary places; a no-man’s land that we are invited to seek and find. It also suggest the dichotomy of the modern man, struggling between desire and civilization.
Through this journal, I imagine stories. It is aslo the tool that I use to share my reality through images leaving my mindsets behind.
Iperborea is a mare magnum; an oblivion and a box of scraps; the temporarily absent is the in and out. Through Iperborea, I record my life.