DREAM AGAIN
The primordial role of the artist and poet within a community: a mediator of dreams, bringing images from the invisible into shared language.
An imaginary world by folzer the shaman
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Folzer the Shaman is an artist working on the construction of imaginary worlds as a fundamental human necessity.
The name Folzer comes from Occitan, the ancient language of his region of origin, and means lightning: a sudden emergence of light. It is a reference to phenomenology — from phōs, light — and to the moment in which things appear to consciousness before being fully understood.
The Shaman refers to the ancient role of the artist and the poet within a community: not a decorator of reality, but a mediator of dreams. Someone who brings images from the invisible into a shared language.
His work explores how humans perceive, remember, and simplify the world in order to make it inhabitable. Like children, we reduce complexity into symbols, archetypes, maps, animals, heroes, tools. These constructions are not illusions, but necessary artifices.
The human mind does not
live in the natural world.
It lives in a world it builds
in order to survive it.
Folzer’s images deliberately reveal their own artificiality. Frames are exposed, layers remain visible, materials resist perfection. Imperfections, dissonances, and tensions act as warning signals: reminders that this world is a construct, not reality itself.
Bars, cafés, and places of encounter play a central role in his universe. They are spaces where language circulates, stories are exchanged, and worlds overlap. If every virtual world is made of language, then the bar becomes one of its oldest architectures.
fOLZER.
A primitive look on our vibrant modern world. Shapes as simple like those a child would have drawn, to help us dream again and see the world with fresh eyes.
PRIMITIVE MODERNISM.
"Qual è colui che sognando vede, che dopo ’l sogno la passione impressa rimane, e l’altro a la mente non riede, cotal son io, ché quasi tutta cessa mia visione, e ancor mi distilla nel core il dolce che nacque da essa".
— DANTE ALIGHIERI