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Spaesamento
Without distancing there is no reencounter, for what we know about ourselves must advance beyond the territory from which memories emerge. It is a space where we must come across our wandering gaze like someone who stumbles over his own steps in the horizon line and the immensity of the world.An amnesic and hypnotic spot is that of this reckless vision. A sleep-inducing
and somnolent place that reveals to us the vast geography of the universe as an unstoppable drift without any possible return.
Penetrating into that geometry of routes which plunge us into otherness and blind the self is the backward and forward motion of discordance and the refining of being, a permanent shatter- ing of the previous identity. A house flooded, overwhelmed by the retreat into the forest and essential disorder which the garden invents out of its fear.
A sidelong glance is a detour towards other potentialities. Concupiscence and perversion instead of following fixities, and emigration towards the strange, like the complex obverse of that which is known. Evil taken to be essential failure to comply, an annihilating drift towards the alien and a powerful remover of traces, obsessions and fixities. Its terrified remedy tries to set bounds in space and succeeds only in overwhelming it. Disen- tangling then becomes the action which enables us to heal the cut and resume the ancient ritual of knotting, for only certain intertwinings illuminate some reflection.
To betray what is given to us and move away is to be reunited beyond the real world in order to inhabit the self momentarily as a form of estrangement which brings about the return. Pain, lamentation, dislocation, silent spacing and disorderliness of
the meaning of things. We move away increasingly quickly and only this flight will cause us to return.
This impulse without desire which abandons passion and becomes still towards the centre is an odd sort of drifting.A definitive withdrawal towards drought and the wilderness as the place we are no longer at, negative horizon and abyss of memory.
Written in Madrid, 20 August 2000.
First published in exh. card, Galería Max Estrella, Madrid, 2001.
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