Es mejor vernos las caras, ¿no?
we are all under surveillance at the moment
i am telling you this so that you know the company we keep
You reach a moment in life when,
among the people you have known, the dead outnumber the living.
And the mind refuses to accept more faces, more expressions:
on every new face you encounter, it prints the old forms,
for each one it finds the most suitable mask.
among the people you have known, the dead outnumber the living.
And the mind refuses to accept more faces, more expressions:
on every new face you encounter, it prints the old forms,
for each one it finds the most suitable mask.
is it possible to trespast?
to somehow step across that space in time you call the past
but to enter without permission
without you knowing i have returned
without you
cinco
nueve
cuatro
dos
ocho
tres
siete
seis
diez
uno
once
upon a time i trespast you
and demanded by signs the cause of them;
they answered me in the same way, that there came people
from the other islands [...]
who endeavored to make prisoners of them,
and they defended themselves.
I thought then, and still believe, that these were from the continent.
It appears to me, that the people are ingenious,
and would be good servants
and I am of opinion that they would very readily become Christians,
as they appear to have no religion.
They very quickly learn such words as are spoken to them.
If it please our Lord, I intend at my return to carry home six of them
to your Highnesses,
that they may learn our language."
October 12
"...I was hungry and cold and I was fifty thousand light-years far from home.
A foreign sun emitted an icy bluish light and the gravity,
double what I was used to, made the slightest movement weary
and painful.
After some forty thousand years, this corner of the universe had not changed at all.
...I was alert, the gun ready. Fifty thousand light-years far
from my mother country, fighting on a foreign world and I wondered
if I could save my skin until I could go back to my homeland...
Then I saw one of them creeping towards me.
I aimed my weapon and opened fire on it.
The enemy gave that strange horrible cry
that all of them used to utter. Then a deathly silence.
It was dead.
The cry and the sight of the dead body made me shudder.
In the course of time, many of us had become accustomed,
took no notice of that...
A foreign sun emitted an icy bluish light and the gravity,
double what I was used to, made the slightest movement weary
and painful.
After some forty thousand years, this corner of the universe had not changed at all.
...I was alert, the gun ready. Fifty thousand light-years far
from my mother country, fighting on a foreign world and I wondered
if I could save my skin until I could go back to my homeland...
Then I saw one of them creeping towards me.
I aimed my weapon and opened fire on it.
The enemy gave that strange horrible cry
that all of them used to utter. Then a deathly silence.
It was dead.
The cry and the sight of the dead body made me shudder.
In the course of time, many of us had become accustomed,
took no notice of that...
From top to bottom:
"The Scaled", "The Accustomed", "Skinned".
The Name Given
Dictionaries insist that everything found or imagined should be defined
and given a "proper" name. I, have my own dictionaries and am naming things.
Yo, cambio de nombre algunas cosas.
and given a "proper" name. I, have my own dictionaries and am naming things.
Yo, cambio de nombre algunas cosas.
From left to right:"The different identity", "The detailed", "The wide", "The removal",
"The I".
These images exist somewhat differently inside an old book. Each one
I select and isolate, scan, collage digitally, and print on paper
that I make by hand. The name given to each image I cut
from one dictionary of computing I stumbled upon.
I select and isolate, scan, collage digitally, and print on paper
that I make by hand. The name given to each image I cut
from one dictionary of computing I stumbled upon.
From left to right:"The symbol", "The (sometimes) average", "The precise choice".
Tarot
Created by unconsciously combining and expanding upon the work
of others that created before.
Ideas breed other ideas.
of others that created before.
Ideas breed other ideas.
From left to right:"The other", "The facing", "The way".
The Little People
One's conception of reality is perpetuated through complicity,
by an agreement to share assumptions and definitions.
If the world exists as a shared point of view, as that point of view shifts,
reality changes too.
If new ideas spread and take form, all appearances may morph too.
I imagine different people, little people, that bend and subtly reshape
in response to the space they occupy or the names they are given.
by an agreement to share assumptions and definitions.
If the world exists as a shared point of view, as that point of view shifts,
reality changes too.
If new ideas spread and take form, all appearances may morph too.
I imagine different people, little people, that bend and subtly reshape
in response to the space they occupy or the names they are given.
"Las cosas tienen vida propia - pregonaba el gitano con áspero acento - todo es cuestión de despertarles el ánima.”
Cien Años de Soledad de Gabriel García Márquez
Vivo con fantasmas
Yo creo y mis creaciones puedo cambiar, borrar e incluso
podría tan siquiera ni llegar a hacer.
Mis creaciones son improbables.
Pudieron haber permanecido existiendo simplemente como ideas,
si tan solo.
La 'buena fortuna' que mis personajes tienen de existir,
su infinitésima posibilidad de ser lo que son
en vez de ser algún otro, podría ser medida (me atreveré a decir)
a través de todos los deslices
que pudieron haber hecho cada uno (cada una, cada pieza) algo otro.
Y esto, hasta existiendo en su forma de idea, de forma abstracta.
Dichos pensamientos me persiguen, re-aparecen y me inquietan,
mientras creo, no creo y re-creo cada personaje que hago existir
y que, consecuentemente, nombro.
Durante los últimos 15 septiembres de mi vida,
he estado creando personajes y sus situaciones: seres situacionales.
Esto es, en forma de collage (tomando partes de un todo)
corto (manual o digitalmente) imágenes y palabras que encuentro
dentro de libros también encontrados
y los sitúo en papeles que hago a mano.
Muchos de estos seres, sus situaciones particulares
y los lugares que ocupan, que llenan, son
influencia directa de mis estudios sub-graduados
en Literatura: Española, Hispanoamericana, entre otras,
y de mis estudios graduados, también en Literatura:
Anglosajona, Teoría Critica, Pos-moderna, entre otras.
De hecho, muchas de mis creaciones, si no surgen
de dichas influencias específicamente,
llegan a interactuar con una re-creación mía de un personaje
encontrado (o leído) en alguna pagina de algún libro.
Pieces of Time and Skin
I make collages out of printed images of my skin
(on papers that I hand make).
I cut these prints into pieces following the positive space
versus the negative space of the photograph.
When placing them unto a surface, I randomly reconnect them:
negative with negative, positive with positive.
Through this process I play with the idea that I can move infinitely
in many directions; connecting, disconnecting and re-connecting myself with myself.
The "I" that inhabits my skin can move
beyond this relative "present" time and place/space.
(on papers that I hand make).
I cut these prints into pieces following the positive space
versus the negative space of the photograph.
When placing them unto a surface, I randomly reconnect them:
negative with negative, positive with positive.
Through this process I play with the idea that I can move infinitely
in many directions; connecting, disconnecting and re-connecting myself with myself.
The "I" that inhabits my skin can move
beyond this relative "present" time and place/space.
Skin
I photograph my skin and print the images on papers
that I make by hand.
Each sheet of paper is made from cotton stained with coffee, tea or sandalwood
and is crafted to have a soft, fleshy texture, like that of skin.
The ingredients are blended and pressed, then baked in a small oven
and dried over days; each unique batch
yielding its own distinctive characteristics.
Through the interplay between negative and positive space,
light and dark, the images become
an abstraction of the physical form.
that I make by hand.
Each sheet of paper is made from cotton stained with coffee, tea or sandalwood
and is crafted to have a soft, fleshy texture, like that of skin.
The ingredients are blended and pressed, then baked in a small oven
and dried over days; each unique batch
yielding its own distinctive characteristics.
Through the interplay between negative and positive space,
light and dark, the images become
an abstraction of the physical form.
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