Can you imagine that democracy only consisted in depositing a piece of paper in an urn every four years and then remaining on the sidelines of political life? And if democracy were only a scam? Can you imagine?

Dialogue about egocentrism of artists

I would like to talk about desire, the sensation that makes one feel incomplete without knowing why. It is as if the happiness puzzle is missing a piece.

Desire drives us to look for and try to achieve our objectives but at the same time, can lead to a state of melancholy and anxiety for fear of not being able to enjoy what we aspire to.

Incomplete is a small essay on this feeling, the thirst of feeling incomplete, the amputation of the soul.

The world always was characterized by differences between North and South, being the last poor countries. In a Europe without borders an imaginary line is drawn with a pencil called GDP, the EUROFRONTERA (Euroborder).

Young Europeans of South are provided of education by their own countries to enter in job market. But with a weakened and precarious job market young people are forced to emigrate, as their grandparents did decades ago. Difference is that these youth are fully qualified and maybe they do the same works as immigrants a century ago. Precarious jobs, at this way, Europe exports cheap labor from South to North.

In any case, if they are unable to find employment future laws will limit their stay. So, from one side to other, young Europeans are doomed to precariousness, to forced mobility and in the worst case to social exclusion.

A cosmic Nebula seems like a star. It gives birth to new elements which in turn will give way to life. All this life that existed, exists and will exist is made up of the same stardust that arose eons ago.

As said with great eloquence by Carl Sagan: ‘we are stardust’.

Fountain takes as start point the eponymous and iconic work of Duchamp. Doing a face-to-face with such famous piece to generate a dialog through time and between artists.

The urinary comes alive in a mirror. In this point object transforms into subject of action to give continuity to the work. Ready-made turns into performance to raise the same question almost a century later: What do we consider art?

Sometimes art seems pointless. The artist can create his conceptual reasoning, but it is the viewer who ultimately gives meaning to the work creating a dialogue between both.

In this piece the artist only tries to find himself through ink stains sketching with his body. Using the symmetry he creates suggestive forms that give rise to multiple interpretations, as did Rorschach with his cards in 1921.

It only needs a viewer that gives sense to the forms.

Each day gays around the world keep casual sex without any mediation than their own flesh. Strangers maintaining relationships entirely impersonal. An extensive menu of mindless bodies are available 24/7.

Fuckin’ Melon is a subversive video that explores sexuality inside gay community in our time. Sex as a consumer product.

HIV has evolved from a deadly disease to a manageable disease with a good quality of life and favorable prognosis. Yes, in rich countries, because in poor countries people continue to die of AIDS. Let’s make a toast to those dead that Big Pharma leaves behind with the blocking of drugs through the patent system. Let us also drink to its great benefits and then put on a red ribbon.

Honestly, I was looking for a piece that didn’t need explanation or synopsis. A personal piece. Only because I want to, because I can.

Something to express myself without words. To explore my emotions, my love and my hate; the deepest parts of me.

A living piece with which to find new things in each exhibition. To explore, to dream. It’s just something personal.