TO NA XANELA
GALLERY @OBJKT
EXHIBITION
19 JUNE 2025
Duration
15 DAYS
LIVE SALES
26 JUNE 2025
LIVE EVENT
28 JULY 2025
As a part NA XANELA (of Sarria's Triennial Arquipelago Interior), STYLITE participates in the village-wide interruption, as a reminder to fellow workers, parents, students, to the rich and the unfortunate, that the horizon currently presented to us should not be this narrow. There is an alternative way, there is an exit, through our musings of ancient ascetic practices, a profound return through these revelation and visions of ancient pillars, stood silently in contrast to the our busy, contemporary life.
CURATORIAL WORDS BY SUTAN
Sarria. Here, stones hold the echo of infinite footsteps. Silent witnesses to an intimate, everyday history woven daily, without noise, without epic.
It is life in its rawest form, with an invisible choreography governing everything. Routine as anesthesia. A functional somnambulism where we trace daily geometries over stories we no longer see, no longer question.
Because when everything is taken for granted, the gaze dims. We live in that comfortable blindness, heads bowed, not in humility, but in exhaustion. A surrender, almost, to the overwhelming familiarity of existence. We no longer look because we believe we have seen it all.
The very act of walking becomes, paradoxically, a precise metaphor for our lives: we follow pre-set paths, orbiting in circles that, while feigning movement and security, actually confine us, narrowing the horizon of what is possible.
Yet it is precisely within monotony, in the heart of the most automatic routine, where the possibility of a jolt lies dormant, awaiting its moment. An encounter that can potentially disrupt everything.
This is where NA XANELA enters.
A flash. As part of the FORA SEDE program of the Sarria’s Triennial ARQUIPELAGO INTERIOR, this intervention seeks to be an interference, an image appearing where it shouldn't, just when you had stopped looking. From June 13th, forgotten windows spring to life. An interruption crossing your path without permission, an illuminated image aimed at you. An invitation to an immobile pilgrimage: the one that occurs inwards, when the external world unexpectedly challenges us.
May these images projected onto the ancient skin of the Village function as unexpected beacons: not so much to mark a harbour, but to illuminate a crossroads. Less a promise, more a fragmented mirror where each person might glimpse something of their own quest.
Perhaps the treasure is this: to reclaim the capacity for wonder at that which was always there, waiting to be seen anew, as if for the very first time.
OLD MAN
WOODCUTTER
GARDENER
SOLDIER