What if history had taken another turn?
What if the manifestos that were never realized, the poems that never became images, the ideas that flickered briefly in the salons and cafés of a distant century had actually unfolded—changing the course of art forever?
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Parallel Avant-Gardes is born from that question. It begins not with what was, but with what could have been. It is an exercise in counterfactual imagination, a way of wandering through the corridors of unrealized possibility. I don’t seek to reconstruct the past, but to re-inhabit it—to speculate, poetically and visually, on the worlds that art abandoned too soon.
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From dusty manifestos and forgotten reviews, from footnotes in aesthetic theory and the sparks of short-lived magazines, I rescue names, movements, and dreams: Scientifism, Pluralism, Magism. Each of them proposed a different relationship between art, time, and life—each of them vanished before they could take form.
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In this project, I imagine what they might have become.
What if Scientifism had merged biology and abstraction? What if artists had sculpted with DNA, painted with data, or built machines that feel?
What if Pluralism had refused the tyranny of style, allowing Cubism, Impressionism, and Surrealism to coexist on a single canvas like voices in a choir?

What if Magism had dissolved the boundary between art and ritual, transforming the gallery into a space of invocation, charged with esoteric symbols, talismanic colors, and trance-like repetition?
These are not exercises in nostalgia. They are counter-histories, visions of what art might have become if it had dared to follow other paths—paths that were suggested, whispered, half-written, but never fully walked.
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In suspending the linear narrative of art history, Parallel Avant-Gardes opens up another temporality. A kind of time-travel through imagination. A disobedience of the canon.

And maybe, by imagining these ghost movements, I can build something for the present—new ways of seeing, of making, of naming.
Because art is not only what survives; it’s also what could have been. And sometimes, what was never born still haunts the future.
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