HOUSE/HOLD
Home is an appropriated space. It does not exist objectively in reality. The notion of "home" is a fiction we create out of a need to belong. Home is place where most people have never been to and never will arrive at. Except bellow that patch of mound that has a number you notice as you glide past on your way to nowhere anywhere.
Santu Mofokeng
Could a hug be home?
I am fascinated by our capacity to pair elements that could be considered incompatible separately, making new structures, objects and even functionalities. It is the power of creativity that allows us to anticipate and imagine dialogues between seemingly disconnected things, invent new worlds and tame untrodden territories.
A dripping faucet, an unmade bed, a working fan, freshly-made coffee... scenes, gestures, sounds that replicate on a daily basis forging an identity, a shapeless altar that yearns to be domesticated. Whilst appropriating such space that we overtake with rituals and questions, we unravel our intimacy to the observant look of the objects that exist with us in it.
From the fragility of a tape drawing on the floor, firm and invisible walls are raised; walls that contain scenes both universal and abstract. Honest brush strokes, displayed devices and an experimental atmosphere come together in this exhibition titled House/Hold.
Mariángeles Blanco’s installation invites us to think about rupture. Things that do not happen as planned, desires that become unfeasible, structures that break down and relationships that turn out to be severed. From a pantone of emotions, Blanco models a poetic vision of the inevitable, attending to a fortunate or unfortunate becoming in a world of ever changing relationships. In a code of subtleties, it exposes us to the imperfections of existence, to cracks and fissures and their sometimes un-programmed results.
These installations speak of objects, objects speak of habits, habits define lives and lives offer us the possibility to observe, once more such relationships within the domestic.
It is said that the intention of a cohabited home is in our nature and that those who do not look for it or do not find it live in a chronic longing...
Jorgelina Dacil Infer