25/07/2023

Where the sky turns red.

Julieta Papa Curator: Cecilia Vega Assembly: Roberto Arébalo Ph: Maximiliano Barrera August 10 to November 10, 2024 "I think I still have fires from that destiny." Juana Bignozzi "Destiny is what you touch." Belén Chale I walk along an imaginary path, a hidden path that I discover as I go. My feet guide me and I let myself be carried away while my mind imagines stories. What is this place? What was it in the past? How does it touch me? I find fragments, cracks, and voids. Lately I have been wondering a lot about history, stories, about those who tell them, how they are structured, and what is hidden. It is nothing new to say that the stories we learned are naturalized constructions, but to what extent is all of our thinking shaped by that? How far do we have to retrace our steps? I think, however, that it is important to remember the scope of the stories we tell ourselves, and even more important, to learn to use our imagination to transform and build them. The goal is not to replace old stories with new ones, but to focus on those fragments, on those cracks and to stay, for example, on the small holes that join two parts of a broken but much-loved piece of pottery. What do those holes say? Some words come to mind: affection, communion, imagination. Cecilia Vega

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