Exodus: The time considerate was unknown still remains a broken memory. Was it subconsciously taken from a dream, is it a creation of nostalghia? He performs that afternoon again and again or was it a glimpse of dawn petroled from a distant view, ''Where no hand performs touch, there shall be a soul with all its material performing a perfect impression''. There is time passing by like a film, up there on the right. He divides or its divided by its own expression controlling the possibilities, trasforming, the light all been drawn to black, then gives the eye the freedom to exist in an un-enviroment. And finally i see what waits for everything, is everything without everything, up there on the left, the exodus, the perfect creation ''Call all mothers and fathers, tell them we are ready to leave, we shall never see them again ''.
Impressions from Scully's painting exhibition Benaki Museum 17/6/12