I Can’t control the lenght of the days (2024)
-In collab with Diego Lucasz
All your paradise is called water by José Domingo Martínez
Diego, Pia, Ryunosuke, Others.Bath water discarded: a frog went there to die.Sad perspective for the little frog that, thinking it would find a fresh perch for its reproduction and solace, ended up asphyxiated in the middle of the gray water and solace ended up suffocated in the middle of the gray and greasy water saturated with soap.
*I remember them. They were a very pious family.
They bathed every day in the river. In winter, if the water froze, they would hack a hole in the middle of the ice to dive in. The old man, while smiling at me, explained that it was also to “aerate” the water.At that moment I didn't believe him at all.When it rained, small canals flowed from the river, the flow was distributed through a system of ponds and wetlands they had created. They left sheets of I don't know what material suspended in the water, one-centimeter-high palaces for their dwellers.When the sun burned, they made another kind of labyrinth, tied with reeds, which this time served to cast shadows. A kind of open-air refrigerator was formed, as if one were entering the coolest room of an invisible house.Once, in the midst of a terrible fire, the mercy of this family performed the miracle that the fire avoided it and respected their house and their land, while everything burned outside this polygon.
*-Green little frog, did you get paint brushstrokes on your body?-No, I look like this when I get tanned, when I lie flat in the sun, I get all puffy, the rays penetrate every cell of my skin, when I contract I get all golden underneath, and it's the contrast in value and tones that makes my back look so green.*
In the midst of coughing and spitting.In my sickness, afflicted with fevers, I feel their little hops, while the reeds rot, and something lives and grows among them.
I can't control the length of the days is born as a spontaneous declaration that evidences a frustration, given our small cadence in the space-time dimension. Where we make banal allegories alluding to our sadly human problems of finitude. Finitude and competition sometimes understood as synonyms, but also as algorithmic multiples that fluctuate in the flickering of this viscous and often or rarely unpredictable earth.
*I remember them. They were a very pious family.
They bathed every day in the river. In winter, if the water froze, they would hack a hole in the middle of the ice to dive in. The old man, while smiling at me, explained that it was also to “aerate” the water.At that moment I didn't believe him at all.When it rained, small canals flowed from the river, the flow was distributed through a system of ponds and wetlands they had created. They left sheets of I don't know what material suspended in the water, one-centimeter-high palaces for their dwellers.When the sun burned, they made another kind of labyrinth, tied with reeds, which this time served to cast shadows. A kind of open-air refrigerator was formed, as if one were entering the coolest room of an invisible house.Once, in the midst of a terrible fire, the mercy of this family performed the miracle that the fire avoided it and respected their house and their land, while everything burned outside this polygon.
*-Green little frog, did you get paint brushstrokes on your body?-No, I look like this when I get tanned, when I lie flat in the sun, I get all puffy, the rays penetrate every cell of my skin, when I contract I get all golden underneath, and it's the contrast in value and tones that makes my back look so green.*
In the midst of coughing and spitting.In my sickness, afflicted with fevers, I feel their little hops, while the reeds rot, and something lives and grows among them.
I can't control the length of the days is born as a spontaneous declaration that evidences a frustration, given our small cadence in the space-time dimension. Where we make banal allegories alluding to our sadly human problems of finitude. Finitude and competition sometimes understood as synonyms, but also as algorithmic multiples that fluctuate in the flickering of this viscous and often or rarely unpredictable earth.