Routes

[…] artists who understand dance as a territory of research, experimentation and questioning that does not necessarily respond to the conventions of representation, so each proposal is a challenge for the author and the audience […]  I would like to talk about this type of artists.

This route is drawn from a series of coincidences that lead me to reflect on the accumulation, circulation and availability -without entering into legal considerations- of the images inn the Internet and the configuration of an eventual audio-visual archive, and also in the possibilities of their free re-appropriation.

“It is a mistake to take for granted what was contemplated”. With this suggestive quote by Carlos Oroz begins Agustin Fernandez Mallo’s last novel, Trilogy of war. However, more than a simple quote, the sentence will become a leitmotiv that will show up a few times through the text, making the characters constantly think about the meaning of it.

Will the streets always belong to us? I asked myself when they chanted again and again in the demonstrations caused by the brutal police intervention (more than a thousand injured people) against the Catalan Independence referendum.

We can’t obviate that the comeback to school has been powerful in Barcelona. October began with the first edition in the city of the Gallery Weekend, an event that has been compressed in just one weekend, and activities in other type of spaces completed the programme.

This route was supposed to be about plants and gardens, but all I could think about was sex and aliens. It always happens to me, people ask me to think about something and then somehow, at some point, sex pops in my head, and aliens are probably in the top five other things that end […]

It occurs to me that the spectator is a type of curator, not so much on the side of production but more on the side of reception. In a more or less unconscious way we could trace a conceptual line in our role as spectators, even though this implies the mistake of reducing the curatorial […]

Greys and Spätrot or the red when it is late The day I finally decided to go adrift, with the idea that later I would write about the route I’d just done, happens to be not only a horrible grey day, but on top of that Arco is taking place in Madrid along with all […]