POV you wake up in the west world

A duo show by Captain Stavros and Yannis Voulgaris Curation and text by Muriel Lisk- McIntyre I am a stage where green apples dance, A theater of desire, a captivating trance. Everyday objects take on a new soul, In amusing narratives, they play their role. Upon sleek pedestals, a note in miniature, Questioning truths on screens, obscure. On this stage of life, desire takes flight, In a spectacle of blue, lilac, yellow and red lights. Objects arranged with a purpose clear, To unravel mysteries and invite cheer. Cocktails grandeur both in happy and sad, Expose the ruse of openings, lick, sip… bad. Four sculptures stand tall and proud, Each with a story, each with a shroud. Heart, diamond, club, and spade, With mushrooms growing, desires are laid. Stacked cards of our fragile realities, From primal beginnings to complex fatalities. Apples cling, a message clear, Critiquing structures we hold dear. Beyond the veil, fantasies dance, Unveiling staged love, draping our chance. Taught to crave certain spectacles bright, But peek behind, behold the light. The machine-made perfection clashes with nature's grace, Metal against fungi, apples, curtains and bows chase. As the stage unfolds through organic and sleek design, We see a dance of contrasts, in this exhibition divine. So tell me, dear friend, can you unravel the scheme? _________________________________ It starts with a note. It ends with a hole. A sleek pedestal, a miniature note. A play on scale where the classical display of the plinth is overthrown by the miniature musical note. A critique of the supposed truths in our carefully crafted digital worlds, where the spectacle thrives. We ask and question how reality is processed when everything revolves around the image. The stage now becomes the party. Through a martini glass tower, unfolds a space of hedonism, seeing and mostly, being seen. Take out your address book. The tower is sleek, it is excessive, it is sharp. It reflects, like a mirror, our orchestrated needs and attitudes, a system that feeds from itself, perpetually, back and forth. Our human desires grow, like fungi. We want love, affection, wealth, social status, health, and followers. How can our desires start as something basic, personal, necessary, to become the tool that is used to influence our reality? However, fungi grows in humid spaces. It is here, growing out of the fabricated frames. As humans, we are humid, liquid, sweaty… let's slip away with our fantasies. The frames are outside and inside us - variable from person to person - yet if you turn them around you realize their fragility. #the house of cards is stacked up and ready to crumble. Everything can collapse around you and you may wake up in a different reality. Here, real apples are used for their image and symbols: a timeless fruit with deep meaning: biblical, historical, technological. It is also a meme, it can mean knowledge, and progress. The curtain hides and reveals: hides our fantasies, reveals our conducted and performed sexualities. How do we know what we like and want when we have been taught to want and be pleased by certain spectacle realities? Vanilla love. Conducted love. Spectacle performed love. Peep through the hole: you can see the spectacles mechanisms, it’s wood, metal, mushrooms, nails… The curtain which normally hides the spectacle to the viewer, becomes it.