broken rituals

Man Woman Machine

The humanization of machines.
The machinization of human.
Fascination and fear.

We have walked so far from understanding each other, man and woman, and what we are looking for in the other, what we are looking for in ourselves, that we have built all those magnificent machines to full up our need to be accompanied, to full up the gap of that separation between heaven and earth.

We have exploited our intelligence in creating complicated technology and artefacts because we cant understand each other and we can't bear the emptiness of this separation.


   We all want to leave the human race. We want to be freed.

   Greedy, lecherous creatures. It's always somebody else's fault..

   Is everyone alive here or what? behaving like stupefied animals, tossing and moaning.

                               Machines are honest, and they are never greedy. Men are pitiful,

                                                    while women are enchanting spirits.

                              How many times did this heart beat?

The next spreads are from the fanzine I made in collaboration with Abigail Aked for the same project.

Obsessions

This is an installation piece about obsessive thoughts and how do they move in my head. Obsessions get in my dreams and in my nightmares, they start again and again.

Sometimes I feel so full of thoughts that I can't see them anymore. They feel like words that fly in my head like flies in a jar.

The videos were design to be play in a loop simultaneously in a gallery space. The Video in the middle was a big and distorted projection on the wall. The one on the top was showed in a small screen on the left hand side of the projection and the one on the bottom on a small screen on the right hand side of it. Sound is meant to overlap, but the one in the middle should be the loudest. You can play them here simultaneously or separately. If you are a PC user and are having trouble seeing them you can play them separately in youtube.

Obsessions are irrational, they have no logic to follow, they are not clear, they are not easy to recognize... they come from somewhere we cant understand.

simultaneous demolition reconstruction

mexico city in on reconstruction... the pipes where rotten and the buildings broken... too many layers of history, too many memories forgotten... children play in the houses roofs.. they ran out of backyards... they became dangerous...

a retaining wall had to be build, right after the big hearthquake... it stops the tears for the dead beloved ones, for the buried ones alife...

then the dust came, and she forgot who was underneath...

....she stands on with hardened facade, covered in plaster, wires and waterproof paint... and tries to hide from her mirror image, in case big eyes collapse her walls... they took so long to be built that she forgot they were not there before...

surprised and almost amused she watches herself being discovered... and tries herself, with clumsy fingers to put the bricks where they belong...

August 18, 2008


..... but I have my box of colour pencils, and I will colour all the places... the grey ones, the forgotten ones... the drestroyed ones... I will colour all my places...  

Homesick

Is it the land? the piece of land?
is it the childhood's house? the back garden?
is it what the house contains? the pictures, the fish tank, the tea table?
is it the people? mom, dad, the friends and the neighbours?

it is the bits of heart that I give to each of them... and I left behind...
and the space in my head that reminds me you are gone...

2006.

between you and me there is water...

...just a little bit of water