STYLITES

STYLITES

STYLITES

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Part of

NA XANELA

Part of

NA XANELA

Curated by

Sutan

Curated by

Sutan

June

2025

June

2025

TO NA XANELA

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NA XANELA

BY SUTAN

FROM THESE VISIONS OF SILENT AND ANCIENT STONE PILLARS EMERGES AN ASCETIC FOUNDATION FOR A TRUE REBELLION AGAINST LIFE.

FROM THESE VISIONS OF SILENT AND ANCIENT STONE PILLARS EMERGES AN ASCETIC FOUNDATION FOR A TRUE REBELLION AGAINST LIFE.

FROM THESE VISIONS OF SILENT AND ANCIENT STONE PILLARS EMERGES AN ASCETIC FOUNDATION FOR A TRUE REBELLION AGAINST LIFE.

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.

4 ARTWORKS

4 ARTWORKS

4 ARTWORKS

3x ONE OF ONE

3x ONE OF ONE

3x ONE OF ONE

1x OPEN EDITION

1x OPEN EDITION

1x OPEN EDITION

TEZOS—OBJKT

TEZOS—OBJKT

TEZOS—OBJKT

OLD MAN

At first, an old man with many eyes, white is his hair and robe, standing on top of a pillar made of clouds, surrounded by a thousand suns.

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OLD MAN

At first, an old man with many eyes, white is his hair and robe, standing on top of a pillar made of clouds, surrounded by a thousand suns.

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OLD MAN

At first, an old man with many eyes, white is his hair and robe, standing on top of a pillar made of clouds, surrounded by a thousand suns.

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OLD MAN

At first, an old man with many eyes, white is his hair and robe, standing on top of a pillar made of clouds, surrounded by a thousand suns.

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WOODCUTTER

Second, a scholarly young man, with an axe on one hand and a red scroll on another, cuts down trees for lumber and builds shelters for the Word deep in the woods.

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WOODCUTTER

Second, a scholarly young man, with an axe on one hand and a red scroll on another, cuts down trees for lumber and builds shelters for the Word deep in the woods.

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WOODCUTTER

Second, a scholarly young man, with an axe on one hand and a red scroll on another, cuts down trees for lumber and builds shelters for the Word deep in the woods.

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WOODCUTTER

Second, a scholarly young man, with an axe on one hand and a red scroll on another, cuts down trees for lumber and builds shelters for the Word deep in the woods.

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GARDENER

Third, a servant lady in an abandoned garden burns dead bushes and thorny vines, planting new seeds of flowers in the depths and darkness at midnight.

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GARDENER

Third, a servant lady in an abandoned garden burns dead bushes and thorny vines, planting new seeds of flowers in the depths and darkness at midnight.

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GARDENER

Third, a servant lady in an abandoned garden burns dead bushes and thorny vines, planting new seeds of flowers in the depths and darkness at midnight.

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GARDENER

Third, a servant lady in an abandoned garden burns dead bushes and thorny vines, planting new seeds of flowers in the depths and darkness at midnight.

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SOLDIER

Fourth and last, a soldier with a mouth drenched in blood screams, 'Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!' with pain on his face as he nearly chokes.

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SOLDIER

Fourth and last, a soldier with a mouth drenched in blood screams, 'Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!' with pain on his face as he nearly chokes.

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SOLDIER

Fourth and last, a soldier with a mouth drenched in blood screams, 'Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!' with pain on his face as he nearly chokes.

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SOLDIER

Fourth and last, a soldier with a mouth drenched in blood screams, 'Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!' with pain on his face as he nearly chokes.

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NA XANELA

NA XANELA

NA XANELA

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

#1 · Open Edition

Hand-drawn Pixel Art

GIF · 1080 x 1920px

Animated · 100 Frames

#1 · Open Edition

Hand-drawn Pixel Art

GIF · 1080 x 1920px

Animated · 100 Frames

WOODCUTTER

#2 · 1/1

Hand-drawn Pixel Art

GIF · 1080 x 1920px

Animated · 100 Frames

#2 · 1/1

Hand-drawn Pixel Art

GIF · 1080 x 1920px

Animated · 100 Frames

GARDENER

#3 · 1/1

Hand-drawn Pixel Art

GIF · 1080 x 1920px

Animated · 100 Frames

#3 · 1/1

Hand-drawn Pixel Art

GIF · 1080 x 1920px

Animated · 100 Frames

SOLDIER

#4 · 1/1

Hand-drawn Pixel Art

GIF · 1080 x 1920px

Animated · 100 Frames

#4 · 1/1

Hand-drawn Pixel Art

GIF · 1080 x 1920px

Animated · 100 Frames

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