For a fourth solo exhibition at the gallery, Peybak listen to H.P. Lovecraft whispering, That is not dead which can eternal lie / And with strange aeons even death may die*.
There it is: Strange Aeons – We will meet you there will be the beginning of a journey towards an undefined, unknown region where thought expires and the body awakens in an uncertain, irresolute and yet static state. Creatures lay on the gallery floor, as if stranded, unconscious from this long travel to the emptiness of a shifting green or blue landscape lit by a faraway glimmer.

*Howard Phillips Lovecraft, The Nameless City, 1921.
Here, Lovecraft first mentions the fictional Arabian poet Abdul al-Hazred, who is said to have dreamed of a city buried in the middle of the Arabian desert before writing these lines.