Virpi Pahkinen discloses herself to herself, we just happen to be there and witness it.
Like a geisha trained in optical illusion, she blooms manifold. Light builds around her, turns her white skin blue, purple, she exposes angles and curves as if presenting us one after another symbolist masterpieces.
She is beautiful and harsh and poised.
Like a newborn alien child, like a fresh heart, she pulsates. The coordination of her tiniest bones is supreme – she moved an ankle and three fingers and defined a space, suddenly eaten by new spaces as she Rubik cubes herself.
Things come together and burst open in a million ways and we see goddess, tree, bird, flower.
She’s a new form of cherub.
