has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.
ALCHEMY(From the hisp. ar. alkímya, this one from the class ar. k?miy?['],and this one from the gr. ??????, mixture of liquids).
1. f. Conjunction of speculations and experiencies, generally of an esoteric character, relative to the transmutation of matter, which influenced the origen of quemical science.It´s principal goal was the search for universal panacea.
2. f. Marvellous and incredible transmutation.
“The alchemist (…) gave the redentor suffering a larger dimension by associating matter to the human drama, all the while, until then, it had been an obstacle. The alchemist is freed with and by matter.”. Jacques van Lennep
“A disciple asked Socrates: Master, should I marry? And the great philosopher responded: Whatever you do you will regreat it.”
Brides offered, brides arranged, brides bought, brides genuinly in love, pass through the ritual of marriage with the hope of eternat love (universal panacea? ) The dress represents the illusion, the love, the beginning. It offeres the alchemic property of transormation. The normal becomes extraorinary. What happens to the illusions once the dress is put away? What happens when you become part od the “after”? What lies beHow to offer resistance to household mediocrity?
A poem is the alchemic element that brings back the magic of transformation to a bunch of forgotten dresses.
I buckle my wish
That I be at the right moment
at the right place,
that love comes back quickly,
that sex responds,
that forgiveness doesn´t arrive too late,
that living not be a utopia.
I desire to have desire,
that violence not exist
that I do not loose wonder
that I find what I am looking for.
That when I want to loose myself
nobody finds me.
That sometimes never is not always
and that always is not always.
BanySol Alvarez-Errecalde (1965-2007)
On a personal level I realized this exhibition basing myself on a poem written by one of my sisters that recently passed away, transmuted the apin of her absensence in union and complicity.
