Bruno Balegas de Sousa

“My soul would sing of metamorphoses. But since, o gods, you were the source of these bodies becoming other bodies, breathe your breath into my book of changes: may the song I sing be seamless as its way weaves from the world's beginning to our day.” Ovid, Metamorphoses ​ ​​​ We are becoming demigods, or that might be what we want to believe. We are masters of knowledge and full of certainty. We control the world, everyone and everything around us and perish on our own ignorance. We are the people and we are the beasts! Not the beasts that Ovid mentions in Metamorphoses while describing the creation of the world, those are pure. We are tainted and vicious, we became the concept we loath, the beasts we despise. Under all that fur and instinct, we can also be beautiful. Men stopped being a bright pure animal to become a misconception of itself, we are disguised as beasts as well as gods. These pictures attempt to portray our best and worst, the mythical beings living in an earthly Olympus, an illusion of perfection. They represent their best animal attributes, their resilience, majesty, goodness and even purity. In these modern days where humanity is a myth, these images attempt to be it’s magical mirror.