What is it? — the artist asked himself involuntary — It’s nature [priroda] all the same, it’s living nature — why, then, this strangely unpleasant feeling? Or else the slavish, literal imitation of nature is already a trespass and seems like a loud, discordant cry? Or else, if you take the subject indifferently, unfeelingly, with no feeling for it, it inevitably stands out only in its terrible reality, not illuminated by the light of some incomprehensible, ever hidden thought, stands out in that reality which is revealed only when, wishing to understand a beautiful man, one arms oneself with an anatomical knife, cuts into the insides, and sees a repulsive man? *

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Well, brother, it was not without cause that you wished to burn that portrait. Devil take it, there’s something horrible about it! I don’t believe in sorcerers; but, begging your pardon, there’s an unclean spirit in it.

Nikolái Gògol, The Mysterious Portrait 

«The bars, for me; the bars of the apando (jail), are the bars of the city and the bars of the country, and the bars of the world» José Revueltas

I made a dérive in Iztapalapa, Mexico city with the composer Manfred Werder. We talked with fire deity and it answered us.

I told him that Dr. Atl was interested in this area because of the extinct volcanoes that are here, also he wanted to make a cultural center in the east, but it didn’t happen.

This place in prehispanic times was a peninsula called, by the figure that was sighted, Ahuizotl (amphibious animal).

Hice este video y gif a partir de los registros fotográficos en la Cd. de México de los conos autoridad-vigilancia para la Obra Paralizada, un proyecto de aquí y allá con artistas que nos enlaza un encuentro afectivo y casual...