Onda

Her hair was as a wet fleece of gold, and each separate hair as a thread of line gold in a cup of glass. Her body was as white ivory, and her tail was of silver and pearl. Silver and pearl was her tail, and the green weeds of the sea coiled round it; and like sea-shells were her ears, and her lips were like sea-coral. The cold waves dashed over her cold breasts, and the salt glistened upon her eyelids.

The Fisherman and his Soul / Oscar Wilde



How do we define the “non- reproducible magical soul”, the aura, the prehistoric part in every individual, the meaning of love in this modern, digitalised and globalised society? ONDA explores the relationship of men and the cold, technical world and asks how we can become and build an identity in the stress field of the digital and analog world.