The window at night

In the midst of the pandemic and isolation everything has been disrupted and upset, but especially the dream. We no longer sleep like before. Every day and every night seem the same day and the same night. The time has stopped. Only windows let us know how things are going. Windows are now our watch and our mirror. Windows at night invite us to recognize ourselves as fused into solitude and silence that we always refuse to see and hear. The windows are no longer there on the walls, that’s an illusion. They are now our soul, between shadows and light beams of light. They are now our soul, in the middle of the dark night, the pandemic and the isolation. Continúa leyendo The window at night

Quarantine Covid-19 Mexico City

Quarantine in Mexico City… Hay polvo en el aire y virus en las manos, en las secreciones, en las mentes. Aquellos que son extraños y ya no creen, lo detectan y evitan las esquinas, no miran hacia los techos ni al cielo, deambulan con rostros alterados y máscaras. Las máscaras no son de piel, aunque bajo la piel se reservan los gestos comunes y todas las rutinas hasta entonces aprendidas.
Hay sombras en el aire, llamados a permanecer dentro. Los ascetas gimen, los eremitas alardean el fin de las cosas y aquellos que son de luces iluminan, dan los pasos necesarios, medidos, en la trayectoria de quien revisa a conciencia, de quien indaga y descubre sin pronunciar palabra. Pasan los dedos por las cerraduras y entienden. Hay herrumbre. Hay silencio. Hay polvo en el aire, virus en las fosas nasales, sangre en los ojos, temblor en los pasos y todo se desvanece entre volutas de humo y estornudos. Continúa leyendo Quarantine Covid-19 Mexico City

Political Pandemic

That work remained guarded, hidden from the public eye. Now, ten years later, I rescue him and reinterpret him with a political vision. The situation that Brazil is going through under the government of Jair Bolsonaro causes a greater strangeness than the way in which I captured the spaces of its capital, produces a greater deformation. But it is almost a universal deformation, if we situate ourselves in the realities that other societies are currently going through and especially those where I have lived, which are the ones that I can talk about: the Venezuelan, the Mexican and the Brazilian. It is a political pandemic that makes them sick, deteriorates, deforms them. In this work, through the use of the digital negative process and the collage technique, I show what this evil means to me. Continúa leyendo Political Pandemic