(...) When I can not find more in my house, I begin to intervene outside holes.
THE PLUMBER VISITED THE GALLERY-SHOP AND REPAIR CHOCOLAT drains. WORKING DAYS AND WEEKS OF A HABITAT THAT WERE CONCLUDED IN A GREAT PARTY ... mmm ALL LEAD.
The recess is enlarged, grow and cracks. A hole in the wall or ceiling reaches to O'farrell is defined as plumbing, or to pretend to be, an excuse to get into the cracks that will mean another.
The plumbing works with pipes, tubes that move gas, water, electricity. Just as it is called the plumber to unclog drains or fix the plumbing advances on the privacy of home, pointing, showing, noting the hole to repair, in a swinging gable, where on one hand and the other examines is examined. In the crossing is constructed the work.
What materials the plumbing works ? We do not know. The subject that haunts the holes is the corollary of their relationship with those who live and observe. Thus, roughly exploration hole outside coexist with their own fantasies.
But the approach is tragic. The hole surrounded excited, barely punctuated, no tears or penetrations are allowed. The hole is played, you look and decorate. Elisa slides the idea of \u200b\u200ba portrait of their relationship with local people, as if the hole manifest the desires and fantasies, and wishes to share. There is a quote, obviously, in these inframuros sewage, this "sexual underground city" that connects the water and waste an entire city, where home and equate body and moistened. Now the pipe is cracked and there bud, figurines of a girl, drives expressed in various ways, perversions that people share with the worker alienated.
Now the hole. Surrounded, cornered. Previously, only a hole. Now a window into the hole. All a potential hole. A hole at full strength. Hands around the hole. Through everything that is not the hole now stands an invisible ceiling, between him and us.
The glass ceiling is flooded, they note, water will rise to the ceiling. The water flow will never be absorbed by the crack. Fall flow into the sewers. Look like do not touch. Pleasure is not a gift from the sky, the water is suspended in the air, as if floating. The hole becomes diffuse, strange. The whole story that contains it is cloudy, is blurred. The tap is at hand. Breathing hole, we have lenses that fog up.
Javier Barrio
