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| yo te vi, te vi por la ventana | |||||||||||||||||
| This is not a painting. | |||||||||||||||||
| The production of a painting merely acts as an alibi for an accion of refusal and celebration. | |||||||||||||||||
| Throwing paint out of the window is an action of exorcism. The casting out of demons. A physical extension of abandoning the past and dumping its baggage into the dustbin of history. | |||||||||||||||||
| At� the same time, this action is a covert representation of a political act of refusal. The negation of the social reproduction of capital. | |||||||||||||||||
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| This refusal takes the form of a celebration of living a life that denies the economic imperative of capitalist society. A life that is laughing in the face of common sense and prefers instead the subversive values of beauty, joy and uncommodified friendships. | |||||||||||||||||
| In this balcony scene Juliet is life herself. | |||||||||||||||||
| This accion is inspired by time spent singing, dancing, living and laughing. By a life as transnational as capital. This life, joyful and wild can be seen translated onto the canvas. It is a work recording living without dead time, and right now as I write these words I am sitting by the ocean smiling. | |||||||||||||||||
| Espinho, Portugal 20/06/01 | |||||||||||||||||