This a journey through an infinite individual al landscape. A series of scenes setting up fragments of a inner parallel world, of traumas and obsessions, a narrative describing a feeling inside the narrative, melancholia. The work is in the in-between space where the imaginary melts into the real world, in the indefinable border where both of them live together. It is searching for a virtual reality, more than a real virtuality. They are scenes, inverted images that twinkles before fading away, that can only be read read in a mirror reflection… they are ghosts.
A ghost is a character from an in-between suspended space in a no-knowledge zone, ungraspable by to binary modes of thinking. It is real yet unreal, physic yet metaphysic, it is not a body either a soul. It is inter-subjective. Does exist in a suspended state, in a night dimension. To evoke and represent ghosts and shadows is thinking about the unthinkable construction, assume an indirect and oblique view of the world, leave something unfinished.
I mean a tool is really appropriate in a way that you want to find a solution to a problem. It is not just that I think melancholy is somehow an appropriate feeling, is that i can´t avoid it is always here. The melancholic is a peculiar person who has an object of desire but he lost the desire itself. That is to say, he lost that which makes him desire the desired object: the object-cause-of your-desire, which is never the desire object. He partly makes an effort that is doomed to failure by himself. Jack Sparrow had a magic compass that pointed to his deeper desire …but was totally useless because he did not cherish a desire deep enough to head for.
Thats why this artefacts have ruin and decadence scheduled inside then, because melancholy is in their ADN. They understand decay as something desirable, they are searching for it. it starts from the collapse or personal ruin to treat it as a precarious sculpture of what is on the verge to disappear. Ruin understood as a aesthetic concept, as the ideal condition
In the first Mary Selley´s version of Frankenstein the monster survives his creator and leaves…survives the story and leaves. Melancholia is about what remains, the ruins, the recline. Melancholia is the name given to and art job and to the reality it creates, but at the same time destroys.....
The video shows a book of poems slowly been engulfed in flames, like a lace and black shapes that spring from it, as the drawings and accompanying notes that were in the book.
The art peace is the remaining ashes of this book .... nothing more
a serie of photographs, a succession of images, shows a piece in a sinking process of decline. Similarly, a daily fact of texts, drawings clippings, snapshots. A portrait flashbacks fact, of images of ruin and decay process of the object, the process of ruin and decay staff ...
This piece had an inclination process of decline in the first two days of production. Currently the materials have stabilized, currently in an ideal state of ruin, of the archaeological ruins of memory of the real work: the decline choreography that reference the images.
…the idea of something needing to get broken before we can learn anything ……Unless the heart breaks, we will never know anything about love. As long as our objective universe doesn’t collapse, we’ll never know anything about the world.
... seems to me a really melancholic thought the notion that there’s something inside us that can only be located through disillusion, bad luck and defeat.
a totally empty cristal dom in wich we can see a crack wiht a text writen on it.
In this 8 min video, a mass of black ice melts into the rain, the glass case containing going to appear broken, cracked. Slowly, while the crystal and all the elements we show deterioration solid elements are appearing black mass, as lace and barely identifiable forms .... The film is inverted in a mirror, which has its own time code ..... a narrative describing a feeling within the narrative: melancholy. Portrait of a ghost, something that fades, of what is to disappear, a choreography of how fragile and destruction: A eulogy of ruin ...... aim as perfect condition, as aesthetic ideal.