Soil

Door

      

Diablo

               

STUDIO 201

As part of the Long Island City Open Studios, Studio 201 is a video-performance exhibition based on Slavoj Zizek’s writings on its ontological difference to the displacement of objects caused by a change in an observational position that provides a new line of sight. The devil in a non-rhythmical and non-sense scenario.

Through a performative re-interpretation of cultural traditions, Ilaria Garbero and Maximiliano Siñani place a Bolivian Carnival Devil inside the exhibition space. This particular Devil represents the fascinating and colorful custom of the Carnival of Oruro in Bolivia, where he dances to specific folkloric music.

In this case though, the music will be based on a non-rhythmical rythme developed by Josh Bess and Daniel Siles as they interact with each other by mixing physical and electronic instruments. The dissonance thus created raises questions regarding the understanding of traditions and cultural interactions.

Video projections by Julie Cetti, Paul Lemarquis and Felix Felix Robin finalize the overall composition. The videos focus on themes related to politics, the human body, cultural discrepancies and absurd situations. 
  

Studio 201 is a collective of emerging artists based in New York.

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Paul Lemarquis

Julie Cetti

Felix Felix Robin

Ilaria Garbero & Maximiliano Siñani

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12-9PM

Friday, Saturday & Sunday

May17th, 18th & 19th 2013

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Reis Studios 43-01 22nd St

Long Island City, NY 11101

www.reisstudios.com

Interlocking Packing Pieces

• Prevents shifting and settling.
• Made from recycled paper.
• 100% recyclable.

School of Visual Arts

Open Studios

New York, NY

2013

Square

Cube of blue unconsciousness, 2013

Space Womb

22-48 Jackson Ave 1

Long Island City, NY 11101

www.spacewomb.com

Dictionary of the linguistic turn of words

DOG = GOD

RAT = ART

STAR = RATS

SHIT =HITS

THIS =SHIT

NAZI = NAIZ

TEN = NET

TIES = SITE

RAPE = PEAR

PAPER = RAPER

ADAN = NADA

NO = ON

SI = IS

READ = DEAR

LOOP = POLO

TOLL = LOTO

SAW = WAS

ANTI = TINA

HE = EH

SPAIN = PAINS

CAST = CATS

ITS = SIT

LATE = TALE

HOTS = SHOTS

FEET = FETE

CHEAP = PEACH

MOON = MONO

COOL = LOCO

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Felix Felix Robin

Paul Lemarquis

Maximiliano Siñani

Paul Lemarquis

Felix Felix Robin

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Curated by Paul Lemarquis

Working in concert with Felix Felix Robin and Maximiliano Siñani, our goal is to create an integrated space where the work of each artists works in unison with the others, hopefully creating a new original installation. The layout is closer to a linear presentation, where viewers navigate from one end to the other. Their is little or no depth, for the focus is on the linearity of the installation. 

Bringing the outside into the inside. Creating an equilibrated space amidst very tight constraints, while linking the separated space as a whole, through the work of the three artists. The goal is to create spaces and allowing the art to breath. 

Focusing on the materiality of the street, in a way to bring the street and it's materials inside the space. Materials are all new, as they simply mimic their real role inside the gallery space. The idea is to create a balance in a small enclosed space that lets the work breath despite the limited space. The next external factor is the five space layout. Each box will be linked to the others through a physical link.

Supported by School of Visual Arts

A complex society

The America before the European conquest was carried in a harmony life between the human being in his natural habitat and the parts that were surrounded him. By the interception of not just external people but a contrary culture which practically crashed in many things about the perception of life in the indigenous. The americans then had to adopt another beliefs, another god to adore, another way to establish their societies. And it is in this way that the imbalance in the moral of the people appeared, because the fact that the man in a state of nature do not know good or evil but their independence, making then to emerge a very particularly and complex society. The state of nature that has no idea of goodness and therefore is wicked perhaps will be wicked in terms of what kind of goodness is. It was when Pizarro along the Spanish conquest arrived to Cajamarca to face the first Inca, Atahualpa, sending first a priest to show the Bible to the Inca inferring that that God was his new god, Atahualpa took it and threw it on the ground, who is the noble savage then?

Dices, 2013

PLUNGERS

Photography by Ilaria Garbero

Plungers

Open Studios School of Visual Arts

335W 16th Street

New York, NY 10011

December 2012

A sip of Sprite

Last day of the year and I can’t sleep, Ilaria is sleeping by the way. Perhaps the noisy traffic on Bleecker Street makes me stay awake for some reason, or perhaps the several things to plan for the coming year, perhaps is that. It’s cold right know at 7:44 in the morning and the only thing that comes to my mind is to drink a sip of Sprite.

Several days, and specially the last ones, I started to have non-sense dreams, were even I could feel the cold of the wind. It makes confuse the reality somehow, dreams, well, the reality in terms of the place where everybody belongs and follows certain rules of life. But what if we are really sleeping all this time? Sometimes I prefer to remain in bed to discover certain things about my everyday, another sip of Sprite.

So started like this, I was in the city of Oruro in Bolivia living in a house with Ilaria while the Carnival on February. I went outside then to meet some friends for having a drink, Paul and Richard, but on our way back to home I left them for some reason. Anyway they appeared back in my house but with my brother, Laura and an unknown person, I couldn’t believe it because they were in another place far away from the city, as I knew at that moment, they decided to pass by Oruro to visit. My turn to happiness I did putting  a pantyhose on my head. We went outside for having lunch, Laura went first to find a place, but then we lost her. As we were looking for her around the streets, we basically started to move away each other to then appear completely lost, I was placing alone in a random bus. When I stopped and went out from that bus though, I met an old friend from school, Pini, which we started to walk through the people were the dancers of the Carnival were passing over. And it was in that moment that I saw the ex-President of Bolivia, Goni, running next to his wife. I couldn’t understand why he was there and running over as a Sunday morning through a park with running-shoes and sportswear, anyway I stopped him saying why he was there and why he does not want to come back Bolivia to fix all the problems that he made, turning myself in a very aggressive person making Goni to run away from me, far away then I saw that he was talking with someone by his phone. Suddenly, I was followed by a group of small Mexicans, obviously sent by Goni, making me to go straight home, but they could catch me before to arrive and hit me several times. Some friends were around me to help against these brutal people, and as I could escape to that trap, I went home and locked all the doors, but I was then in another trap. My home was full of sexy vampires that were harassing me touching my body and talking to me very softly, I couldn’t remember what happened next because I appeared completely naked next to a wall, as to know that my cousin was present in that moment. Then I felt that someone was next to me thinking that was one of the vampires, but I realized that was Ilaria, finally. We went out of the house and appeared inside a church where the priest told me I forgive your sins.

I took another sip of Sprite right now. I don’t know, maybe this sip is making me realize that I’m awake somehow in terms of I have to stand up, walk over the frieze and take the bottle of Sprite for having a sip, is this routine that makes my body refresh though. Perhaps there are connections with my very personal life-thoughts involve in these bizarre dreams, but maybe it is to open these unknown spaces which everyday I feel that this fictitious area is having a form, and that’s how maybe I will be confused later to exist between a sip of Sprite here or another one there, in a deep sleep.

Soccer-Ball Collective - Present Form

Kinfe; dollar, salt, wood and knife; New York, New York, 2012

Present Form presented by Soccer-Ball Collective

Opening December 16th, 2012

Some Studio

150W 28th Street

New York, NY

10001

Being absurd and something else

Absurd for a lucid reason, nothing that can limit it. And it is in this belief on the absurdity the existence that dictates the conduct and attitude of a person, or my person, in the way of how the mind’s first step is to distinguish what is true from what is false, making the intelligence to tell that this world is perhaps absurd, in relation of a tough moral with its facts, waiting for a proof and longing for it to be right. The lucidity that complements the absurd.

It has been demonstrated by the time that the end of the mind is failure, man is not perfect, because when it reaches its limits, the mind, it must make a judgement and choose its conclusion according to a conscious moral , in other words, the mind work to describe our lucidity at the end, the moral right thing, making the absurd not being in the man nor in the world, but in their presence together.

On the other hand, now it is clear that all the existential philosophies without exception suggest escape to free yourself, where the absurd, which is the metaphysical state of the conscious man, does not lead or relate to god, avoiding the absurd to be a sin without god, or without religion. Perhaps to think is the reason, but thinking is no unifying or making the appearance familiar under the guise of a great principle, thinking is learning all over again how to see in a re-interpretation of the parts represented by new signifiers, directing one’s consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.

It is that why consciousness suspends in experience the objects of its attention, and this attention is over all things, the parts are the whole and the whole are the parts. All things are not explained by one thing but by all things, and by that mix of several aspects is when life becomes the way to keep the absurd alive. As for example Don Juan, who does not think of “collecting” women because he is exhausts their number and with them his chances of life, he is rather to collect amounts of beings capable of living off one’s past. But he rejects regret, that other form of hope, being incapable of looking to portraits.

If the world were clear, art would not exist. In a matter of fact, life it is not as clear as it is expected, where lucidity is expressed in terms of happiness that one cannot be happy except in harmony with the great all, everything that surrounds,the tree outside and the washing machine working out in the kitchen, which one cannot conceive and shall never be in a position to conceive. And in that evidence, is when the absurd takes part of the human’s life, absurd to live.

*Essay in replica to The Myth of Sysiphus by Albert Camus

Shoes, Running shoes and ground, New York, New York, 2012

ARC GALLERY - MASQUERADE

http://www.arc-sf.com/

SANDY = YDNAS

Y que fueron estos días en el huracán, que la ciudad se oscureció y abrió lo que temía le gente de adoptar aquella desconexión del mundo contemporáneo, básicamente una sobrevivencia con velas, agua y galletas, en otras palabras, una impotencia no persuadida totalmente, como un giro en contra de lo habitual a un estado confuso e inseguro.

Pues mi vecina me regaló leche, con el eso que nunca antes me había hablado antes desde que me mudé a Greenwich Village, entonces fue que me di cuenta que la gente se puso sensible. En las calles todos interactuaban como si fuera un pueblo pequeño, las cafeterías regalaban cafés con bagels y hasta el silencio mismo del flujo de la sociedad desapareció, fue como si los árboles cantaran shhh shhh shhh, fuuu fuuu fuuu, kkkk kkkk kkkk y el viento gritara woooo woooo woooo, ffff ffff ffff, ziii ziii ziii, una prosa poética escrita por la naturaleza misma. Que momentos únicos aquellos, que hasta me olvidé de devolver el bidón de la leche que mi vecina me prestó, ella ni se dio cuenta.

Es tal vez este tipo de contrastes cual hace a la gente despertar de aquel sueño eterno e infinito, que muchas veces nos vemos inmersos en irrealidades. O por el mucho trabajo o el desorden en la cotidianidad que hace a la persona llegar a un punto de intolerancia misma, perdiendo la noción de las cosas y actuar de forma inconsciente, que a veces funciona, pero generalmente va ligado a puntos de desesperación incontrolables, la mayor parte agresivas. Puede ser entonces saludable la idea de tener huracanes para meditar del echo y tratarlo, y así evolucionar.

No había nada mas que hacer entre ella y yo que hablar, los cuartos oscuros completamente sin la opción de hasta leer un libro, o es que tal vez el echo de tener dos personas encerradas en un espacio único obliga a cada uno de ellos a relacionarse mutuamente por naturaleza existencial. ¿Cuál la experiencia de una persona solitaria en este tipo de casos entonces? ya me contaron que llegas al aburrimiento por el monótono momento, como si cruzaras el océano atlántico encerrado en una burbuja, nada mas que hacer, o por otro lado estar encerrado con un grupo de personas, cual acorde al tiempo, se genera ese ambiente infernal. De todos modos, la sobrevivencia mutua es un referente existencial al ser tratadas las personas mutuamente, entre jugar y perder.

Finalmente no cabe duda que la naturaleza es dueña de la última palabra, que las ya muchas subjetividades creadas por el hombre puedan estar diseñadas lógicamente para ser manejadas en cierta manera para crear un nuevo mundo constantemente, son estos hechos naturales los no pronosticados que nos lleva a cambiar el modo de vida en si, quien sabe que vaya a pasar si la probabilidad que en unos años mas la tercera guerra mundial se defienda con palos de madera, una utopía muy probable ligada a nuestro propio diseño evolutivo, de hombre al hombre.

Hammer, metal covered with confetti with a stick, New York, New York, 2012

To exist or not to exist

Perhaps we can start defining nothingness with the consciousness existence inferring that human nature does not exist which is defined by their era, not by nature. Probably this makes the man considered a being in anguish by nature, invariably inclined to do evil, this anguish is the total absence of justification accompanied, at the same time, by responsibility toward all. In a way can be considered nothingness as his own experience, a freedom which reveals itself to us in anguish that can be characterized by the existence of that nothing which insinuates itself between motives and act. This consciousness confronts its past and its future in a pre-reflective and reflective way as facing a self-consciousness that it is in the mode of not being.

Noticing the consciousness existence in a free will, infers in the treatment of the choice. The choice is always possible, but what is impossible is not to choose, where we must realize that, if I decide not to choose, that still constitutes a choice. In addition, we are free to choose or to invent. No general code of ethics exists that can tell you the good and the bad things of the parts. One can choose anything, as long as it involves free commitment. It is then the choice important to our freedom, that confirms a feeling by an act for example. A choice is said to be free by nature if it is such that it could have been other than what it is, even if having bad faith as part of a self-negation, it is the best to choose and to examine one specific attitude which is essential to human reality and which is such that consciousness instead of directing its negation outward turns it toward itself, generating our own character.

Man is condemned to be free then, because he did not create himself, he is responsible for everything he does in the world, and because his is always outside of himself, he is pursuing his transcendence. Man is nothing other that his own project, a project of life. He exists only to be extent that he realizes himself, therefore he is nothing more than the sum of his actions, nothing more than his life. One can choose anything, so long as it involves free commitment. Existentialism will never consider man as an end, because man is constantly in the making. The man is the future of the man.*

*Essay in replica to Being and nothingness by Jean Paul Sartre

Boots, art object, boots covered with plaster, New York, New York, 2012

RAW NYC ENSEMBLE

Ladder and bucket
Ladder covered with cotton and bucket covered with hay
New York, New York 2012

www.rawartists.org

Kencha [keˈtʃa]): Encadenamiento de los sucesos, considerado como fortuito o casual adverso a alguien o algo a lo que ocurre o sucede

Todo mal por algún motivo, es que tal vez algunas veces las expectativas son falsas hacia aquellos imaginarios imposibles, o es que tal vez son muchas otras cosas las cuales tienen que ser tratadas, es como un sin fin de tratamientos. Que se puede decir ahora, te duermes y te hacen despertar con cohetillos, esos que usan para marchar, ya ni hay tiempo para descansar, todos te quieren hacer despertar.

Fue entonces que paró el coche, en esa esquina de algún lugar en Santa Cruz, el parabrisas se convirtió en la pantalla de la película. En ella apareció una pareja muy humilde en plena luz del día entre abrazos y besos, el bus que llevaría a esa hermosa mujer, de pollera con dos trenzas largas y el sombrero largo que la cubría del intenso sol en ese medio día infernal, se despidió de lo que se podía presenciar de aquel amante que la hacía complementar, tenía que irse rápido ya que el transporte público no la podría esperar por mucho tiempo, y en aquella prisa donde las palabras se entremezclaban entre los gestos y miradas, cogió el bus parada casi en el borde despidiéndose con aquella mano que ansiaba tocar a ese hombre, quien se quedó un tiempo hasta ver desaparecer aquel bus e irse caminando a lo que tal vez pueda haber sido su lugar de trabajo o quizás su casa, pues lo que si pudo ser presenciado, es que regresaba lentamente una alma solitaria que desvanecía a cada paso por la peatonal, y el viento cubrió el parabrisas otra vez.

¿Será que tal vez el mismo infierno sea la propia gente? Es tal vez por aquel lamento continuo, que evoluciona a una trascendencia, llegando al punto de perder interés en las cosas donde aquella esperanza utópica desaparece paulatinamente. Tal vez con un papel naranja y unas cuantas líneas del bolígrafo negro llegaran algunas formas que solucionen aquella errónea trascendencia, como tratar de entender el papel naranja o que el papel naranja te pueda entender, que a veces todo llega a ser bien confuso en la mutua correlación.

Pongamos esta escena. El bus se jode en pleno camino, el chofer baja con la gente para ver el problema, cual efectivamente, el motor estaba completamente echo mierda. El discurso fue de cómo es posible que pueda trabajar este tipo de vehículo tan peligroso por su inestabilidad, la gente gritaba y generaba una tensión entre ellos y los choferes del bus, es que ya ha todos no les importa, o es que se cagan. En ese viaje aún largo por recorrer, no había otra cosa mas por hacer que esperar, se había enviado otro bus. Se hablaba por hablar, se insultaba por insultar, el sol radiaba a lo lejos y el bosque presenciaba la escena. ¿Cómo tal vez entrar en ese juego de sin interés? Con la misma suerte, que no se basa ni en el conocimiento o la fuerza bruta, sino como te salen las cartas hacía aquel triunfo innegable. Se le ganó 10 Bolivianos al chofer, reconociendo su pérdida, escapa para no continuar y perder mas de lo que su sueldo se lo permitía. Tal vez hasta el día de hoy se acordará de haber sido humillado por la suerte de la Loba.

Es como estar “kencha” de algo, que lo haces por así decirlo con amor que llega en desgracia y muchas otras pérdidas. No es el echo de obviarlo, sino de afrontarlo y ver como encontrar la escalera para llegar al otro peldaño, tal vez los cuartos eran muy oscuros donde no se podía ver nada en ese momento. Ya será aquel día que todo tenga relación, al fin y al cabo fue la existencia la pasada, que sirve de pretexto y escusa por así decirlo, como fumarse otro cigarrillo.

Bottle, art object, bottle covered with metal wool, New York, 2012