Barcelona is a city that invites you to walk. Walking around the city is a practice that I have had since I arrived here. Wide streets, almost always flat, make me walk for hours without perceiving the weight of the displacements. The first exercises to approach a place usually happen in its most superficial layer. A city is full of points of light. Those recognizable points that place us on the map.
Taking the most basic spacecraft that one has ever been given – the body itself – I head to the closest underground hole with a <> signal. This tunnel does not go through time, but it does shorten it.
Some time ago I received GRAF’s invitation to take care of the performing arts spaces in the context of Barcelona. Whether focused on the exhibition or on research processes, each with its own ways, the supposed scenic panorama of the most experimental shore could now be summed up in a map drawn by…
Torna un any més el Gallery Weekend a Barcelona, aquesta és la seva cinquena edició, i ja tornàvem a necessitar una mica d’adrenalina després de la rentrée de setembre amb Art Nou. Plena de propostes i activitats per veure, vaig a agafar un cafè d’aquests bons per mirar el mapa de totes les galeries i pensar en una ruta possible. No sabria per on començar. Potser pel dormitori de la Casa Vicens.
Gallery Weekend returns to Barcelona once again, this is its fifth edition, and we were in need a bit of adrenaline after the rentrée in September with Art Nou. Full of proposals and activities to see, I am going to take one of these good coffees to look at the map of all the galleries and think of a possible route. I would not know where to start. Maybe in the bedroom of Casa Vicens.
I write this possible route a few days before the general election. Whichever is the result, we will continue to go out on the street and disobey, because by disobeying we find a way to rethink ourselves and with consideration: action and change.
A la nit hi ha totes aquestes llums que parpellegen. Això ho vaig dibuixar a l’estiu quan veia els fars dels cotxes a la carretera i alguna il·luminació estranya al cel, hi havia cicatrius lluminoses i pedres-esperit. Hi havia una sensació d’aterratge en arribar a la riba amb les últimes forces. Em costava dormir i sortia al porxo a mirar i a quedar-me molt quieta allà en aquella nit que semblava abraçar-te.
The other day, at CCCB, Sara Ahmed talked about raising the voice.This gesture, as a protest or as a way to point out a problem, has specific implications when it is made from within the institution which, in some way it belongs.
