Pep Carrió
Espai H.C. LLUC FLUXÁ, Palma de Mallorca.
October – November 2014
The human condition is defined by shipwreck, that cruel irruption of nature that put an end to our lives. Modernity wanted to abolish the custom, it thought of the complete catalogue of happy endings. But it did not succeed; we continue to be shipwrecked. The difference, the terrible difference, is that now we always survive and have to deal with the wreckage.
Whereas in the classic shipwreck, the waters that had covered even the shadows of our eyelashes only returned bits and pieces of the ship to the beach, in the postmodern shipwreck, repeated over and over again with tedious insistence, the containment dikes are filled with discarded personal objects, memories of a fragmented and useless universe, broken mirrors of what we were the day before the event.
And we don’t know what to do with so many traces of a self that put on shoes, got dressed and took photographs, convinced of its immortality.
Classify, sort, classify, sort, classify, sort. We kill time in the waiting room, while we guess at that shadow on the horizon… the next one is coming.
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