This solo exhibition meditates on light in times of grief, hope, memory, celebration, and the mundane. The body of work on display reflects on how light weaves through humanity’s lived experience. Azzopardi is drawn to the presence of light in two primary spaces: the home and the expanse of the sea. Indoors, it transforms a space into a sanctuary; outdoors,...

“One morning, not long after his return to the cave, Zarathustra leapt from his resting place like a madman, roaring in a terrible voice, behaving as though someone else still lay there and refused to rise.” Thus echoes Nietzsche’s scene: Zarathustra’s cry resounds so violently that his animals approach in fear, while every other creature flees—flying, crawling, leaping—according to the...

“One morning, not long after his return to the cave, Zarathustra leapt from his resting place like a madman, roaring in a terrible voice, behaving as though someone else still lay there and refused to rise.” Thus echoes Nietzsche’s scene: Zarathustra’s cry resounds so violently that his animals approach in fear, while every other creature flees—flying, crawling, leaping—according to the...

This solo exhibition meditates on light in times of grief, hope, memory, celebration, and the mundane. The body of work on display reflects on how light weaves through humanity’s lived experience. Azzopardi is drawn to the presence of light in two primary spaces: the home and the expanse of the sea. Indoors, it transforms a space into a sanctuary; outdoors,...

“One morning, not long after his return to the cave, Zarathustra leapt from his resting place like a madman, roaring in a terrible voice, behaving as though someone else still lay there and refused to rise.” Thus echoes Nietzsche’s scene: Zarathustra’s cry resounds so violently that his animals approach in fear, while every other creature flees—flying, crawling, leaping—according to the...

“One morning, not long after his return to the cave, Zarathustra leapt from his resting place like a madman, roaring in a terrible voice, behaving as though someone else still lay there and refused to rise.” Thus echoes Nietzsche’s scene: Zarathustra’s cry resounds so violently that his animals approach in fear, while every other creature flees—flying, crawling, leaping—according to the...

This solo exhibition meditates on light in times of grief, hope, memory, celebration, and the mundane. The body of work on display reflects on how light weaves through humanity’s lived experience. Azzopardi is drawn to the presence of light in two primary spaces: the home and the expanse of the sea. Indoors, it transforms a space into a sanctuary; outdoors,...

“One morning, not long after his return to the cave, Zarathustra leapt from his resting place like a madman, roaring in a terrible voice, behaving as though someone else still lay there and refused to rise.” Thus echoes Nietzsche’s scene: Zarathustra’s cry resounds so violently that his animals approach in fear, while every other creature flees—flying, crawling, leaping—according to the...

“One morning, not long after his return to the cave, Zarathustra leapt from his resting place like a madman, roaring in a terrible voice, behaving as though someone else still lay there and refused to rise.” Thus echoes Nietzsche’s scene: Zarathustra’s cry resounds so violently that his animals approach in fear, while every other creature flees—flying, crawling, leaping—according to the...