Installations

A shrine for a shrine

The man shouted Take the life out. Before that demand there used to be a shrine. A place to thank and make a conscious exchange with bacteria. A moment to acknowledge their existence and the importance of it for life. Now we stand in front of it´s remains. Outlines mark the reflection of their habitat. Ghost that depend on perspective…

Altar for the numerological sequestrator is a shrine for different organisms that sequester CO₂ at different quantities and rates. Some are more efficient than others. Some produce or consume more than what their body can sequester.
Now that there is a rush and a market to sequester CO₂, organisms are given a value worth for the CO₂ sequestration capacity.
The risk with this is that organisms become more or less valuable depending on how much they can serve us and serve our needs for the manipulation of the environment.

Curare

The cave is a natural dwelling for many organisms, and we humans haven’t been the exception. This space, the cave, has been part of our genetic and cultural evolution…

Within ‘Native flora in the invaded landscape’, Paula Flores proposes a work that, without establishing formal limits, moves between the sculptural, the pictorial and the setting to insert us in a sort of territorial abstraction: a space now a Mediterranean zone, a site now a scientific showcase.

Every action that we take has an intertwined reaction with the rest of the world. Most of the time we don’t think about it all. We are inevitably interconnected with everything else, we are everything else.

Relaciones simbióticas, parasitarias, antagónicas y encuentros casuales.
¿Cuál es la relación de la población citadina con la naturaleza?
¿Qué tanto tomamos en cuenta a estos organismos en nuestra vida diaria?

Mexican totems is an installation that explores the research act of “othering”. What do we miss when we place ourselves on the outside? What do we miss when we make ourselves a part of the context? Is it possible to have a brain like the chameleon’s eyes that would allow us to merge these two?

I want to interrupt

I want to interrupt the cycle of humans
The cycle that we live in now
The one where other lives don’t matter much
The one where we run on machines
instead of the earth…

Rivers that flow over skin, over seeds that should have been born. Roots, torn out and thrown into the ocean where they can’t reach the ground and are ever condemned to float until they disintegrate. But there are always remains that can be  reintegrated from the tears that come from the ocean. It’s the attempt to catch a reflection from another reflection and keep it for perpetuity.