ŠI: ROTTING SKINS.
SPROUTING DRAWINGS
WITH CHIA SEEDS.
STIFTUNG KÜNSTLERDORF, SCHÖPPINGEN, GERMANY, 2023
Betula bark is a thin skin that peels easily from the trunk, as if the wind is delicately flaying the tree. while at amate a piece of inner bark is removed, boiled, macerated and stretched. "From the liber of the amate and jonote the ritual paper is produced". (Galinier 1990). Skin is the polysemy of death, it is growth as wear and tear, it is matter as action in a cycle of composition-decomposition.
The passage of time stinks, the deities are old and from their divine breath the past that smells of ferment is expelled. The process of destruction and renewal at first begins with each printed letter to create a new historicity founded on the sounds we do not hear, it invites us to renew orality as a biological priority.
POETICS OF DEATH SERIES, STIFTUNG KÜNSTLERDORF, SCHÖPPINGEN, GERMANY, 2023
About birds: The Cuitlacoche and its hybridization with maize
Every day at 6 p.m. the crows sing and fly in a flock, saying goodbye to the daylight. Every morning the crows come with me to walk through the German yellow corn fields, but they don't know what they will know? What do they know about the difference in the soil, about the different corn that grows in other parts of the world, about the purple, black, white, yellow cobs?
The Cuitlacoche, that stubborn little one that sleeps happily in the manure and every morning can be heard near the milpa, hopping around the shitty mountains. That song he carries within him resounds in my father's chest, but they don't know either, what are they going to know about the crows and their yellow corn?
About flies and horses: Battles
Horses and their torn history of lost battles founded the navel-world, a world-scarred world that attracts thousands of flies. Those insolent insect messengers of death, small swarms that embrace the stink of life. The celestial horse conjures them up and they gush forth, enveloping the wrinkled scar of the navel of the world.
From its huge bellies flow the waters of nearby lakes, even the mysterious water of the moon has found its way into that digestive hole. It is not known if when it was a wild horse, an outcast grandfather of the stable, it ate up the moon-hare, what is known is that when it arrived in America it already brought with it the human history of war, of death by aristocratic drowning, of the perverse death of Trojan trickery, of death by iron of the conquered times.
The lands of the moon-hare, of the moon-rabbit-face, were already waiting for him. At a gallop her great belly opened, the secret water of the moon flowed out and a thousand hares and a thousand rabbits came out of her bowels.
FLIES
TEXTIL-DRAWING AND FLY LARVAE CULTIVATION.
MEXICO
2022
Without little white hairs to give evidence of the mycelium... I thought it was all over, but a cluster of tiny white larvae began to swarm everywhere. the unpleasant feeling of disgust invited me to continue watching the peculiar spectacle of the convulsive, almost ritualistic dances among the rotting matter.
