Reality has no final definition; we are all inside a terrifying event that never reaches its end. Against the backdrop of the tragedy unfolding every day, filling the entire ether, artistic reflections become almost futile. Yet, we once again try to rediscover the childish word "dada, " immerse ourselves in the world of desired subconsciousness, grasp onto something fragile and delicate, perhaps to stay sane, to prevent violence and hatred around and within ourselves.
Bo Du Da Bo
– is a random assortment of letters, perhaps the beginning of surnames from which the possible story of individuals begins
– it's sounds that can be extended, the beginning of words that cannot be pronounced: if you try, it will probably be something like: Because God Gave us the Spirit, and in Ukrainian it sounds like "Bo Dukha Dav nam Boh",
– perhaps it's poetry, a rhythm to be felt and continued:
Bo Du Da Bo
– these are symbols by which life is affirmed: water, fire, spring... the unconscious breaking into reality, prophecy that cannot be interpreted
– subconscious architecture nourished by the Universe, which one can hear in their personal solitude.
Text by Andrii Dudchenko.