pilgrimages to nowhere
Federico García Lorca's writing of his suffering in the most insignificant spaces of New York City, makes me be an artist.
“Pilgrimage to nowhere, Milan”.
“Duomo in blue”
“Duomo in Purple”
“Pilgrimage to nowhere, NY”
Walking I found various forms of thinking, of people, groups and subgroups, forms of walking, of shouting and speaking, of looking and observing. Experiences in forms ... form ... yes, again form. The form over here the form over there. I love the form, I am excited about movement, I would like to be formed and not be silent.
Well, I was saying… the form in which I walked, in which I spoke of time, of the ugly sculpture in the museum square, the form lost me between avenues where I found questions and architects, tiles and the ground, terraces and sky, “cañas” and Malasaña, Aperol and Sara, my way.
Yes, I am that walking that speaking, conversing, criticizing, that looks and admires, drinks and dances, I am the “Reina Sofia”, “La Argumusa”, I am the perfect form of the ANTI-FORM, I am the movement, and today, I am not.
Maps have been used by humans to describe places, organize territories, borders, define paths, and understand where we live and how.
Today the big technology companies organize our daily life in different fields, and where we have been, is the information of their studies and control.
June and May 2016. A series of 16 drawings in where I have walked. 2018. 21 x 29,5
Junio 2016. 06.01.2016 06.02.2016 06.03.2016 06.03.2016 06.04.2016 06.05.2016 06.06.2016
06.07.2016 06.08.2016 06.09.2016 06.10.2016 06.11.2016
06.12.2016 06.13.2016 06.14.2016 06.15.2016 06.16.2016 06.17.2016 06.18.2016 06.19.2016 06.20.2016
06.20.2016 06.21.2016 06.22.2016 06.23.2016 06.24.2016 06.25.2016 06.26.2016 06.27.2016 06.28.2016
the ephemeral act of walking turns to a transcendental