Artist Statement

Between the several versions of things and the world, why not select the most discordant?
Sometimes the things that motivate us are the simple ones. No-where also refers to a possibility of displacement, just like affirming something that seems to be contradictory or some notions that happily oppose one to another.

 

We can speak without making any sense, arriving that way to formal discourses; or even work trough a process or making some fieldwork without arriving to a specific result.

In appearance all the hard work has to pay off, give us something beyond all the invested time and the money spent. But what happens then when all that has been done comes from the waste, the leisure time and the procrastination?



Is then when we can find ourselves placed somewhere within the process, we can assume a posture and we can even generate a consciousness as sophisticated as primitive, from the relationships between the objects and the body, just the things and the structures that we say we dwell, so can even define ourselves in the world in the relationship between the pleasure and the no pleasure.



 

We keep being like confined apes confined to the everyday needs and whips that in the end are tied up to experiences made day by day. And is in this place, in the so called jungle that is seen at the end as a sandbox in a playground within low and distant walls, with self made labyrinths, some balls and military and beach toys.

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Let us then understand the right difference between the joy for the opposites and not wanting the anything made half way. Like someone being closed so it wont is wrong; or wondering until find something. It’s a game in which sometimes we have a place in the world and sometimes we let ourselves being manipulated by it.

 

We understand the spaces and the objects by the means of the necessity. The object becomes useful until we can use it for something, just as the space becomes a place or our house a home by the dwelling of it.



The insatisfaction can be sometimes a bit repetitive, like trying to sit everyday in the same seat in which you can’t fit, in which the ergonomics has failed, has failed to you, you don’t fit as you should. That uncomfortableness is always the honest.

 

The tolerance is mere hypocrisy; we don’t want anything done halfway. Answering is a questionable discipline of generational interests caused by TV, the available in hand, egomaniacal dreams, disillusionment, political apathy, a blurry future and the lectures without quotes or footnotes and visions very roughly thought.

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Assuming us as nothing and postulate ourselves as the messiahs. And on the way back have the same impact in the world as an acorn.