Circulaci贸n espectral
Welcome to this exhibition on spectral circulation. We could say that spectral circulation is a geometric form without pause that does not want to leave, it clings and by turning and repeating itself so much, it becomes an invisible habit but with an undeniable presence.
Have you seen the exhibition yet? If you haven't seen it, I recommend that you take a role before reading this text. The texts in the room are only words to accompany the view. Honestly, everyone takes their own path with or without a laugh. So circle the space. Take your time. And obviously this will depend on whether you look at or see exhibitions... (1 min, 5 min, 10 min, 20 min, 60 min)... okay?
Well, I hope you have also perceived it. And if not, then no problem. In any case, the reason for this personalized impersonal letter is to share with you something curious that I experienced. I don't want to force you to feel the same, so I ask you, did you notice a fragile flash, a distant whisper, a smell from before?... I have the hypothesis that the works in this exhibition are as if possessed by a lowered and silent distance (a strange combination of Lizandro Meza and Walter Benjamin). As if there were wills, alien desires inhabiting them. Yes, yes, I know, we are all traversed by silent voices that are not ours. But there are also libidos, specters in what we call works. That is why I say that the works in this exhibition are on the spectrum. I am not referring exclusively to the fact that they embody a certain degree of autism. They are on the spectrum, but on the Marxist spectrum. Marxist indeed, because of those critical ideas that were disseminated throughout all dimensions and galaxies.
He recognizes the opening words of the Communist Manifesto: 鈥淎 ghost is haunting the Milky Way: the ghost of cosmosism.鈥� It is a ghost that has since then been on every planet. Of course, it has also visited the arts, the galleries, the museums and some artists and, despite the McCarthyist intergalactic purge, it has remained stuck like a nebulous ghost on the ground. And when this electromagnetic spectrum appears, there are generally two reactions: anger or joy. This will depend on our cosmic ideology. For the extreme right, the diagnosis that these works are in the Marxist spectrum would be irrefutable proof of the decadence of the Western orbit and the triumph of cultural Marxism in the atmosphere; while for a more molecular left they would feel a plain and frank stellar sympathy but it would not be enough to be there, they would demand metaphysically, to multiply, to be in the spectra鈥� oh, sorry, sorry, man, I went too far. We were even in fucking outer space.
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Welcome to this exhibition on spectral circulation. We could say that spectral circulation is a geometric form without pause that does not want to leave, it clings and by turning and repeating itself so much, it becomes an invisible habit but with an undeniable presence.
Have you seen the exhibition yet? If you haven't seen it, I recommend that you take a role before reading this text. The texts in the room are only words to accompany the view. Honestly, everyone takes their own path with or without a laugh. So circle the space. Take your time. And obviously this will depend on whether you look at or see exhibitions... (1 min, 5 min, 10 min, 20 min, 60 min)... okay?
Well, I hope you have also perceived it. And if not, then no problem. In any case, the reason for this personalized impersonal letter is to share with you something curious that I experienced. I don't want to force you to feel the same, so I ask you, did you notice a fragile flash, a distant whisper, a smell from before?... I have the hypothesis that the works in this exhibition are as if possessed by a lowered and silent distance (a strange combination of Lizandro Meza and Walter Benjamin). As if there were wills, alien desires inhabiting them. Yes, yes, I know, we are all traversed by silent voices that are not ours. But there are also libidos, specters in what we call works. That is why I say that the works in this exhibition are on the spectrum. I am not referring exclusively to the fact that they embody a certain degree of autism. They are on the spectrum, but on the Marxist spectrum. Marxist indeed, because of those critical ideas that were disseminated throughout all dimensions and galaxies.
He recognizes the opening words of the Communist Manifesto: 鈥淎 ghost is haunting the Milky Way: the ghost of cosmosism.鈥� It is a ghost that has since then been on every planet. Of course, it has also visited the arts, the galleries, the museums and some artists and, despite the McCarthyist intergalactic purge, it has remained stuck like a nebulous ghost on the ground. And when this electromagnetic spectrum appears, there are generally two reactions: anger or joy. This will depend on our cosmic ideology. For the extreme right, the diagnosis that these works are in the Marxist spectrum would be irrefutable proof of the decadence of the Western orbit and the triumph of cultural Marxism in the atmosphere; while for a more molecular left they would feel a plain and frank stellar sympathy but it would not be enough to be there, they would demand metaphysically, to multiply, to be in the spectra鈥� oh, sorry, sorry, man, I went too far. We were even in fucking outer space.
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