A lone being sends signals out into space. The message is simple—a gesture of kinship. An invitation to say: Ako pud. Me too.
Russ Ligtas, on this first solo exhibition after seven years, broadcasts into the void a simulation of individual reality—the world of one’s own. Projected in its intersecting layers and gradations, this homeworld unravels the dynamics that make a singular perception: the dance of the conscious and the subconscious, the feminine-masculine power struggle, pervading preoccupations such as love, death and isolation—the internal construct of the collective whole manifested into tangible form.