“the Birth of Daiana”

Here, driven by the wind, black plastic sheets are laid down along a dry and arid land, its written that from this desordered broken shell egg Daiana was born, the Goddess who conspires to pleasure together with the presences that crawl and rub, those who lies on the edges, grasping and slipping.
The legend tells that Daiana was born from a perpetual rotting process.

She breaks and shatters
releases and lay
in a open fall
she expands the ruin,
like a flower unfolding
undoing itself
to sink, in a swallowing act
into the gutters of existences.
what shall you defend?
the right to transform
locks you safe from all harm.

The dissolution of structures and tensive organisation forces, or how rotting and decomposition can be portaraied.
A flower ofference very much liked by Daiana, in her words: "death shall be the martyr of beauty"

The first skin mutation of the goddess, a being of the past laid and lacerated in the present, the wind sings: "she has one and ten thousand forms".

The Scarification of a fecundated space, adorned with symbols that were softly engraved into the rocks.

The Burning Head of Daiana
The Sun
The Moon
Algiz the rune

A ritual of acceptance and devotion.
“oh, let us start today to live and die the same way” and “why do you say that things must fall and fall and fall and fall apart” are some of the invocations during the ritual, asking for guidance through a path of recognition.
A ritual that proposes to solve the ever returning guiltiness of eating, the act where living creatures sucks the life out of other creatures.
It aims to ask equity and to rebalance the availability of the living matter towards human kind, in this act of worshipping the other than human, the chosen one becomes a caretaker.
Through the formality of a ritual a diplomatic encounter is possible. If accomplished with devotion, a sign of nature will come to the devoted, the cult has started.

Atmospheric Warfare Ov Gaia
In the woods of San Michele, near Bassano del Grappa, an area in which hunting is forbidden, shootings and deaths are still ongoing.
Hunting the hunter on a spiritual battlefield: I’ve collected ammunition shells that hunters forgot on the ground and then cursed it.
The magical curse, a transposition in the matter of an intention, evokes in the environment a spooky and vengeful object-ghost, this object it’s a psychic trap to intimidate the hunter :) .
It’s an atmospheric warfare based on dark presage and fear for the guilty ones, a spell on the woods that claims for revenge.

A worshipper

hunters
we are
hunting you