Claudia Pagès. dis- des- duress. tris-tras, giro, fallo

Venue: àngels barcelona
Carrer Pintor Fortuny, 27
08001 Barcelona
Price: Free event
Exhibition

“I’m looking around, under the towel, inside the water, there are no shells. The sand is in thick grains that still say what it once was: a green Coca-Cola bottle, grey asphalt, debris. The original sand is not there because in coastal cities the economy is dampened with each wave. Of the 500m3 that was placed on the seabed to create the beach during the Barcelona Olympics, there is nothing left. The more gentrified the beach is, the thicker the sand is, the taller the buildings are. To transport sand to the sea it must arrive by the rivers, by the fluvials, but urbanism stops the sand, and my father is still on the mountain, and I stop the sand in the city. A house is 200 tons of sand, and a kilometer of highway is 30,000. The sidewalk, the buildings and their windows are sand, and I and those on the towels are half-sunken shells, pink, half- broken and vulgar”.

Claudia Pagès. dis- des- duress. tris-tras, giro, fallo