All of humankind’s great strides in philosophy, technology, and culture have led us to this precise moment in time. Yet for every answer revealed, new questions arise. Have we come any closer to contentment and satisfaction amidst the glitz and glamour of the modern world? In the urban concrete forest, we still search for some silent clearing where the grass bends gently to the wind, and it is always afternoon at its most golden.
The closer we approach happiness, the farther it seems to be. Every step forward uncovers a gaping crevasse between the ground at our feet and the light at the end of the tunnel. For thousands of years, philosophers have theorized and constantly attempted to articulate this inner impetus in a person, which has also transmuted over time in response to industrialization, upheaval, and environmental changes. The present alone can test the most seemingly steadfast optimists.
But what happens if we embrace this paradox, and find freedom in the absence of conclusions? What if, instead of answers, we seek refuge in the constant unraveling of questions? Perhaps, this is closer to the nature of living. In Galerie Roberto’s latest exhibition The Age of Absurdity, fourteen artists reckon with the different facets of this certain perennial burden, counting the ways in which we might, against all odds, imagine Sisyphus happy.