Like a pendulum clock, Apodionìsono is oscillating between the extremes. Now he is pure Apollonian wisdom, then he becomes a Dionysian spirit and can produce his Art. Singing and dancing with Dionysus, the Artist ascends to a superior community: he cannot walk and talk anymore, he is ready to fly to the sky, dancing. But Apollo comes in and takes him back to earth, in an endless wreath of joy and sorrow.

“I am melting Apollo and Dioniso together in an eternal dance. 

Apollo is my sun, my rationality, Dioniso is the dark side of myself. 

They fight inside me to grab my soul and push me from insanity to wisdom. 

And me, I love to watch them fighting and let a chaos growing inside my brain to generate a dancing star”.