VIDEOS
PIEZAS EN FUGA
LA TIERRA PROMETIDA / PROMISED LAND
Naked in the middle of the night open our mouths, swallow
the lightning that the sky grants us. Repeat the word rainbow
until ecstasy is reached, turning it into a bridge between a
dead language and a live emptiness, where with no
incarnation lies the future, announcing the end of all hope:
the buzzing of flies becomes the voice of God. If that
which we search for is not here, it is nowhere! Dig like an
injured beast till the soul is found. Understand that the
Being is something that is consumed.
The promised land will be the one covering our tomb.
NOT THE END
The most successful contest of the season.
A millionaire salary for the person you choose for committing the most spectacular suicide.
If your life has been a failure, make your death a success.
Lose or die.
LE PETITE MORT
“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.” A woman is risking her life masturbating with a gun and only one bullit. Beforehand she has made an effort to plastify the room; she wouldn’t like to get the room dirty with blood.
LA VERTEBRA NEGRA / THE BLACK VERTEBRA
One of our vertebras is black like a piano key. It is part of our spine
since man can remember. With time we have managed to give it more or
less movement. More or less relevance.
For a good postural correction do not trust the black vertebra in excess.
TXIKIPARK
Looking for lost innocence we move back some years until we find ourselves back in childhood. We have boobs and beards but we behave like children. We observe the world with a clean and innocent look. And at the same time the world answers us back with a good-humoured face. Children have two things in common: the first is that nobody takes them seriously, the second one is that they do not know how to control their strength when they hit. My inner beast lies asleep within a childhood trauma. It sleeps and reviews your faces. Do not allow it to call it forth.
VERTEDERO DE CORAZONES / HEART DUMP
As he who feels through his pockets in haste thinking that he has forgotten something, I sometimes delve into myself searching for my heart. First I search where I usually leave it, around my chest. But when I see that it is not there I start to worry. I ask myself if I might have left it somewhere. Then I remember all of the things I’ve done since I left the house. I recall every single movement and doing so I am horrified by it. I think to myself that it’s no surprise I don’t have it.
