THE RUINS. AN ESSAY ABOUT POSSIBILITY

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A body crawls through a hole and appears in a seven-height white hall where a fig tree has grown and occupies the entire space. If you look up you can see a graffiti that says: I am a monkey. Someone must have climbed up and placed it at the top of the heights. At the back, someone else has attached the base of what was once scaffolding to create a bridge that spans a gap between this corridor and the stairs that lead upwards. If you decide to cross the bridge and climb them you will come to another hole, on the other side of it will appear what would have been an amphitheatre.

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The ruins takes a tour of some modern ruins, those that were left half done, in a place of transition, incomplete, that have ended up being something else. They have not been inhabited but they have been occupied, walked through and worked on. The ruin as a place that summons the appearance of other corporealities, throws up questions and raises possibilities about what could be, what was not, what will be. The bodies that were there previously and those that are yet to come. Re-constructing from what there is, what remains, what is.

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BRUTAL. LA CALDERA BARCELONA

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