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What does the people think about us, “the artist”?
What does we think about ourselves?
Drawing mades on the walls of the University of Art and design in Mexico
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Humanidad, Escultura Imaginaria, Fernanda Maro, 2016.
El horror se acerca, tiemblas, sientes miedo, todos te lo han dicho el llamado “final inminente” está por venir. ¿Creíste que cuando crecieras sería diferente? Toda tu vida encerrando en un lugar insalubre, oscuro, soportando los maltratos de los que se supone te cuidaban, esperando que alguien tuviera piedad o un gesto bueno hacia ti, soñando que cuando crecieras podrías ser libre, tal vez, hasta encontrarte con tu familia, la cual solo la conoces en sueños. Pero temo decirte que solo eres un objeto más del mundo capitalista, del consumismo. Lo siento, pero tu vida ya estaba planeada así como las diferentes cosas en las que te vas a convertir, el día de tu muerte, tu propósito y el de tus iguales siempre será el mismo, morir para alimentar. Lo lamento, es hora de morir.
Durarara!!
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