Encounters. Memoirs of an object, a space and a body in 2007
2018
7 shells in a red paper bag, written history, maps, photographs, prints.
Starting from the discovery of 7 shells in a red paper bag in a box that hadn't been opened since 2008, it was attempted to recreate the history of this object. Where did it come from, place and date, and why it ended up in the box. Then a childish story was written, half-fiction, half-reality, including some conversations and descriptions extracted from the own memory. The images of this imaginary site were searched, using Google and Google Maps as a tool to find them, contrasting this technological tool with the most intimate memory search. The images found were modified, deleted and stamped.
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2007
It's windy. When you asked your mother which was her favorite element, from the four elements of earth, air, water and fire, she replied that the earth. You didn't understand it at that time, no, in any way. The earth? But it's the most boring element. Dry, dirty, ugh. It has no color, no vibration, no music. You told her that the air was the best one. So volatile and it travels so much! The air has traveled around the world, transporting voices and perfumes from far away. It is an explorer. You would love to be like the air. Invisible and constantly travelling, what's better? She looked at you without understanding or imagining all that you were thinking. The air? What are you saying? I hate it when it's windy! [...] And today it is windy. Since that conversation you no longer have a favorite element, you no longer believe in them. Today it is windy and nothing more. And it doesn't carry anything [...] But now you are on a timeless beach. The sand is white, with vegetation and without people, like the south of Menorca. The rocks that surround it are cracked and gray, the texture of Cadaqués and Costa Brava. The towels are colorful like Cambrils and the feeling of being away from home comes from Tenerife. You are picking shells. Alone. [...] |
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