In a loop, the body of words - CECILIA VILLAFUERTE

In loop, the body of the words.

Cecilia Villafuerte Curatorial Text: Guadalupe Carrizo April 6 to June 22, 2024 Você, precisa tomar um sorvete na lanchonete, andar com a gente, me ver de perto (Baby, Os Mutantes, 1968) I managed to memorize the pores between her eyebrows from staring at them so much while she slept. Her white skin always smelled of orange blossom water, that repulsive yet intoxicating essence they often use in baking. I never repressed the temptation to touch her ears with my fingertips, because even interrupting her sleep, I would get that grimace of cheerful displeasure that someone who has just woken up makes. And in such a small gesture, I felt that I was complete. Delicately recording the distance of her textures, I could perceive how much our proximity intimidated her, and how she calculated the damage and harm of breathing us in. Denial was her refuge. The whole scene with her back to the world, something was protecting her. We didn't have a sorbet at the snack bar, and I don't think she ever got to see me up close. I imagined then, in the private sphere, the hiding place of what must be protected, of what shouldn't be shared. *** Shortly after, Ceci arrived with her movements, her garden, and intersections. Like a ritualistic murmur, repeatedly shifting the fibers across the surfaces, she articulates what happens to her, what happens, and what happens to us. Layers and folds of matter speaking in an intimate, but not private, dialogue. What is Ceci proposing to us? In individual worship, terms and conditions can be disguised according to the scenery our refuge requires. But here, in her saying-doing, she dismantles the essential. She collectivizes intimacy. The stitch, the germination, the healing, the explosion. Moments-gestures that manifest as part of a process of wounding, emancipation, and healing in a loop. It establishes a kinship between the private and the public in that political gesture of care. What touches the surface of what is separated? What place does that which attempts a relationship occupy? These are not isolated words; Ceci disputes states of desire, fleeting or permanent, in a self-referential mirage that says more about everything else than about herself. These are not isolated words; all utterance is social, the body is a territory that expresses.