Showing posts with label abstract. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abstract. Show all posts

8.8.21

'You can't swim in the same river twice'

 

'You can't swim in the same river twice', said Heraclitus...

Change is like water: it flows continously and I recognize I love and I need change..., but I know it has its own rules, its own ghosts...

I've done a lot of things in my life. Now, the course of the years had produced a strong and continous dematerialization in my work with implications that affects both spirituality and relations with material world. Thus, when I look my old works, I have trouble to recognize them as mine.

Now, I consider music as the most abstract of the arts. Music allows me to explore, new feelings and new ways of self-expression. But I've a problem: I'm not a musician and for this reason I'm fighting against my own technical limitations, ambiental noise and distractions. I mean, against my own ghosts...

Within this context was born the work 'men at a crossroads' and this is the context where I have known the work of Sedje Hémon, a wonderful artist whose life, dedication and work breaks down all the barriers, all borders.

The Sedje Hémon Foundation has selected the video work Halmoni in Heterotopia (2020) from Minsun Kim (first price) and my work 'men at the crossroads' (second price) in the Open Call 2021. I'm truly honored for it and I would like express my gratitude for it.

http://sedjehemon.org/open-call-2021/



4.5.20

el senyal

Un senyal del cel? Un avís? Un far que indiqui 
el rumb? 

O bé es tracta de mecanismes automàtics que ajuden a pensar 

què s'està pensant? 

No ho sé. Miro al meu voltant..., alguns sembla que pensen una mica, altres res. Aïllament.

Miro i tothom sura al naufragi de pensar coses reals que en realitat no ho són. Dubtes al pensar que només som cosa pensada. Aïllament.

Obsrvo la llum en l'ombra. Aïllament.

I què pensen els bojos? Potser s'imaginen Mozart amb un contracte a temps parcial mirant de sobreviure. Fins i tot els genis mengen i caguen. Alguns, segurament, obres d'art.





microstructures by a confined present: el contracte de Mozart, _inèrcies 2020

17.4.20

true?



















microstructures by a confined present: reality?, _inèrcies, 2020

13.4.20

pandemia


(tocar cualquier palabra)

un sueño que has tenido una noche de insomnio

un recuerdo lejano de cuando eras pequeño

un olor a tierra mojada después de la lluvia

un reflejo en un charco

un haiku hermoso

un número de teléfono medio borrado

un secreto 

un acertijo interesante

un arma letal

un presente distópico

un detalle, un regalo

un misterio insoportable

un instante que ya casi he olvidado

un pasado remoto

un ruido intenso, doloroso

un humo que lo tapa todo, como la niebla

un susurro al oído 

un viento que lo barre todo

un acantilado peligroso

un fuego en el alma

un tiempo del pasado

un instante de felicidad

un dolor intenso

un grito del corazón

un estado mental

un alma atormentada

un pensamiento pasajero

un desasosiego solitario

un rastro de huellas que no volverán



microstructures by a confined present: the virus, 2020 

12.4.20

the water that keeps coming back


Scream
Wounded! of blood on the arm (on the)leg.

Help! Here Here
Help! Help! Crazy, I know the gun
that hurts me and I think

about the smell
of the wounded roses
in the morning.
And I see the fright
that wounds his purity.

And you always there.
And you always killing.
And you, come here

(and) forget the water
that keeps coming back.

microstructures by a confined present and the virus. The water that keeps coming back. 2020 

15.10.19

waiting for a surprise

Waiting..., waiting what...? Who knows.
Waiting a surprise?
Waiting kisses never kissed.

The need to forgive. 
You know..., I get a strange feeling about it.

Waiting about something that could be named as God.
A God that could bring some light.
Smiles? Voices? Hopes and dreams?

I have some problems to remember your face.
I only know I'm still waiting.

But, waiting about what?
Who knows..., maybe I'm in for a surprise.
A surprise about your kisses, never kissed.

photography: "help", installation in the river. Photocopy paper and wood

25.1.18

factory


Des del lloc on s’havia refugiat veia passar els núvols. Tenia la sensació que aquells volums abstractes buscaven un sentit als seus problemes. Havia de tenir un sentit.

Per això, va passar hores estudiant-los: el seu inici, semblant a un rostre. Després, el desenvolupament d’aquella forma de vida que anava flotant per sobre de la gent i que buscava la forma definitiva, perfecta. I el final, quan aquella boira s’assemblava a una rentadora, un telèfon o qualsevol cosa.

Finalment, va adonar-se que aquell assumpte no aportava res, que no era allà on havia de buscar respostes i que, evidentment, era una pèrdua de temps.


Perquè els núvols continuarien passant, indiferents a les seves reflexions i la gent continuaria caminant, indiferents a la seva vida i els seus sentits.

photography "Glass Factory", kodak 400 coloured photography and text © inercies_

7.12.17

hivern


Em pregunto si ja ha arribat l'hivern.

Després d'una febrada de tres dies miro el carrer des de l'habitació i no em veig amb cor ni de mirar el calendari. Estic fet pols i, igual que en un núvol, sóc conscient de cada part del meu cos perquè tot el cos em fa mal.

Em pregunto si ha arribat l'hivern perquè sento el fred que es fica per la finestra, la porta, la pell i els ossos que em fan mal i observo el meu reflex darrere el vidre en tant que espero l'hivern que vindrà per quedar-se.

photography: "nocturn 4", instax wide film on polaroid 110a modified and text by © inercies_