Two summers ago we travelled to the southern winter, almost letting ourselves be led by chance, our eyes open with our backs to the wind, looking to the ground to protect them from the dust of dunes near the beach. We stopped for a few days in a wind place, where there are no networks yet and the few visitors are respectful and mostly silent. With these people, we were only accompanied by animal-monuments, nothing within a radius of 300 kilometres (what more could you wish for). Then we saw a group of tourists arrive (maybe we're tourists of monuments or of the spirit). They stopped and stared. Elephants and people stare silently. The power of the moment is such that the devices to steal light and sound fall silent. We met Mariano and he spoke to us, without expecting or even wanting to understand... We remembered one night, catching our breath at the whales' greeting. Let's not fool ourselves, because we weren't looking for it, something changed.
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Una gossa parint.
"As poor people we shouldn't work, being poor is already a job, isn't?"
Los Sures is the name of a Puerto Rican neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York. Recorded in 1991 and published in 2008, this video is not so much a portrait of the neighborhood or a memory of it, but a journey of initiation through different interior landscapes that are reflected in the urban wilderness in the evocation of death and loneliness, but also in contemplation and celebration of life.
The Presidents of African countries are the puppets of Europe: they don’t care about their people or their countries, if they did they would honour their sovereignty. We were born in countries where our own culture is relegated to the background. Our leaders have the power to build up their own countries but they don’t have the will. Those with the will to do it are murdered.
Untitled"I am not reassured by my night walks, nor the still memory". 3 Mostra de Vídeo Independent de Barcelona 1996.
UntitledSón polipoetes, autèntics néts, hereus de les avantguardes com el dadaisme, el futurisme i els poetes beatniks o gurús experimentals com H. Chopin. Viuen a Barcelona i no segueixen les regles, no ho fan per diners ni tampoc els necessiten. Actuen, pinten, gesticulen, criden, són poetes moderns sense clixés ni pretensions. Experimenten amb el cos i amb la veu i trenquen cànons. Són la prova que es pot viure per l'art i no d'ell. Jo els freqüento sovint, els escolto, i en valoro la sinceritat artística i humana. Aquest és el meu breu homenatge als polipoetes i performers i a la Barcelona menys coneguda i lleial a l'art de l'avantguarda.
Chronicles of the journey of refugees through Hungary, Croatia, and Serbia September 2015. Migration flows have been part of human experience throughout history. In 2014, almost 55 million people were forced to leave their homes in the face of war, persecution, and human rights violations: the highest figure since the end of World War II (1). According to the 2015 CEAR Report (2), 22,500 people have lost their lives in the Mediterranean during the migration process over the past fifteen years. These statistics are interpreted through biased and ethno-centric analyses that construct migrants as a potentially dangerous “other”. In The Walls of Europe we talk to different actors involved in the border zone between Serbia and Croatia, in the biggest human exodus that Europe has seen for decades. An exodus that reveals the dark side of the big NGOs and of the security and military forces of receiving countries, and the racism and xenophobia of Europe's governments.
UntitledThe wolves, "Those savage animals from children's stories, aren't dead (that too was a lie). No one will guide you on this journey (that too was a lie)." Francisco Ruiz de Infante, 1995.
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