Enter The Dungeon
Group exhbition at Alcova, Milano (2022)
The knight is my avatar,
an antithesis to my own capsized initiative.
Sometimes man, sometimes woman.
A fluid entity of metal and magic, of body and thing.
A blob of armored flesh;
Now a snakeheaded druid,
now a necromantic nightmare named GraveLord666.
Like reed that bend to the wind,
the knight waltzes with passing storms.
Doing the biddings of the creatures of night,
of ghosts, witches and the like.
Who cares not for Kings nor Courts.
A true creature of the Fey,
who has come to slay!
Enter the Dungeon is my confession about not being there for myself. About disappearing in fantasies and fairytales, of incarnating heroes without an end. Oh! To be a knight that simply respawns when they fail; infinite chances and zero fucks given. But shadow work isn’t about slaying demons and conquering with stoicism, it’s about hugging all the nasty parts of yourself and damn, that’s such hardcore work. Luckily, there is also happiness involved. Even though, being a femme queen night elf giving killer lap dances at the local tavern is still, some days, my happy place.
Now, Enter the Dungeon!
WASDWASDWASD (Can’t you see you’re running in circles)
The WASD-mirror was stored in a dusty attic of an abandoned house for centuries. It was discovered during the Great Conflict between men (still unresolved) when the small town it resided in was burned down. In the embers of destruction the mirror began to weep. Legend tells that it can cry the tears of those who are unable to themselves.
The Armoire of the Oak and the Reeds
The Armoire is a most peculiar artifact. It was made from a certain type of clay found near brooks in the Feywild. When fired it becomes near indestructible. The downside is that the material is so lightweight it will blow away by even the softest breeze. In order to anchor it to the ground, the knight’s armour hangs inside, heavy as the burden of their chivalrous calling.
The Beaumains Blade
In medieval romances the word ‘beaumains’ was used as a feminising term of knights, directly translating to having fair hands. I see it as a kind of the medieval times’ version of the slur “limp wrist”. The Beaumains Blade was crafted by goblins and has been passed from fairy to fairy for many generations. Even though it is a useless sword for combat, thus disappointing any heroic expectations, it is said to sing enchanting songs whenever someone gay wields it.