Indifference is established as the adaptive response to a traumatic environment.
In 2019, a series of issues arose that led me to seriously debate whether to
continue with my artistic work; What was the point of any type of expression or
willingness to share if this fog of indifference had been established? What was its
origin? What would the landscapes be like that we would project, and therefore
find ourselves inhabiting?
I could not continue without eviscerating these doubts, these visions of a hyperatrophied
SELF, a being that was transforming its horizon, understood as one of
all possibilities to a confinement within itself, while forgetting the existence of any
“other” as a subject. An open labyrinth. A ruin where, exhausted, he would be
hypnotized by empty entertainment.
From a single temporal possibility; immediacy, the individual is stripped of the
foundation of all vital construction: a time of development.
FALL
Homo Indifferens rises.
I must already be one.
What is the landscape that I think I inhabit?
It is not about space, since there is only one space for me: ME.
It is a landscape of time dictating of sum ad infinitum.
In disproportion I do not seek to fit in but to prevail.
Without space there is only room for one type of movement, the one that will
indirectly define the projections of my environment, one that answers to a single
premise: supremacy.
One order over another!
The Fall is not necessarily downwards…
