The image of a particular universal explosion as a sign of the transformation instant. Each second is particle of a disconcerting but imperceptible change, every second runs the same confusion to the periphery.
The click of the camera is a permanent reference. There is a recurring search for identity that mutates, penetrating frames and cultural myths in our psyche, creating hidden and dark spaces. Such as the nebula after the explosion, something dies, a possibility of have been different. It is an abyss between capture and absence, primal split.
From photography to painting. There is disenchantment: Everything changes so, so fast.
As we live from the communications media to the most personal ambit the abyss of change embodied in one of the greatest postmodern icons: the clash, the destruction of the parallel vertical representatives of capitalism.
Representation of the death of ideologies. Change of world, collateral damage that could come in the twilight of late adolescence.
This psychic and cultural scene is shown in fragile drawings arranged in the wall. It is the net presentation of the transformations, that is not intended to be justified in a political or economic speech, because the truth does not matter, now don’t matter.
The objects of desire are no longer the major ideologies, rather the abyss of power. It is the technological obsession that leads only to a sad status at such speed and emptiness that there will not be space-time to feel nostalgia. In this explosion there remains only the anxiety of nothing: the death.
Maria Eugenia Villaseca