N°7 REVIEW

The number 7 is synonymous with fulfillment, completeness and perfection. It is God’s number; this is prevalent in the Bible. Moreover we see it on the supreme mathematics. It’s no coincidence.

The 7th season isn’t what you would’ve expected from quintessential arts, an organization with a Eurocentric aesthetic deep rooted in the renaissance. It took a huge turn, or this newly found chic it exudes throughout the 7th season from monologues, mini documentary to the celestial experience sonical installation to the superterrestrial collection was always there, fair to assume this love of various religions, science as well as hip hop theory acts as the fountain of youth, with age the ideas got better not vice versa.

This love. Lying dormant in every collection and sonic like a beast waiting to unravel and unearth frustrations with regards to social sciences, the role of religion in economics and government policies which mirror people's fears.

It happened, causing discomfort for some and intrigue for the familiar.

Yes, this season was not only an exercise in curation and versatility. It acted like a philosophy students' dissertation for their final year in college ready to get shipped off into the real world with the professor giving a pep talk saying things such as "not everything is as it seems". Things may have taken a huge turn or maybe our surrounding was so naive as to think it would tame a beast of this sort, with ideas of this magnitude. Foolish or arrogant that’s hard to conclude and comprehend.

The name gave it all away right off the bat so did the ethos, man hates what he doesn’t understand, fears what he cannot conquer - the fury of man.

Some have the adrenaline rush off of this some have the shakes off of it.

Yet, this is art. Reinvented, reinterpreted, reiterated. Intended to mess with you for the fun of it.