“APODIDRANSKINDA, common graves, hygiene, terrorism, trains, videos and bread”.
Next Thursday, November 30 at 7pm. We inaugurated the exhibition “APODIDRANSKINDA, common graves, hygiene, terrorism, trains, videos and bread” to the Young Art Gallery.
With the creation projects Arte Joven 2017 by María Alcaide “My Terrorist Lover”, Paula Artés “Intangible Infrastructure”, Shan Bar “Testimony Memory Oblivion”, Claudia del Barrio “Huge Moods”, Emma Casadevall “Not without care” and Joana Capilla “Earn bread.”
Exhibition to the care of the mediation team of the Young Art Gallery 2017 formed by Irati Irulegi and Quim Packard.
Inauguration: Thursday, November 30 at 7:00 p.m.
Exhibition: 30.11.17 / 03.29.18
Young Art Room
Common graves, hygiene, terrorism, trains, videos and bread ”
Cracks appear in the solid and institutional stone. The unified voice is cut by sowing doubts. A double and broken voice interrupts the speech of the main speaker. The center is misplaced and loses focus. The conductor of the orchestra becomes multiple. The papers are lost and the people try to understand the scene. The officers try to conduct the act normally. We discovered that the apparent integrity and union of the central voice was not such and that it had never really existed, it was just an appearance. The multiple voice has always been a present abstraction, confused but continued. The voice may have renounced its invisibility at other times, through the statute from which its intentions are intuited. A residual capacity to invade and infect what it touches or looks at. The structure of the camera continues struggling to join the voices and sounds to reinforce the solidity to which they are accustomed. Trying not to notice, take the voice to take a role that can rarely leave, the unknown guest. The routine and the customs try to overwhelm any change of course. The song that has emerged proves to channel the latent unconformities. A dance of forces takes place in the present, the past and the future at the same time. It has been seen before and it is still seen.
From these stories a mythology has already been woven: it explains how, on earth, the soul and the body continue to suffer the divine fact, even when they no longer seek it and the old rituals of contact become insecure.