You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident
On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men
Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Sunday, May 29, 2011
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About Me
- Carles Casallachs
- I have the need of working with objects. Information society and digital media platforms has created a flow-work where almost everything but a final product stays on the impalpable level of zeros and ones. My artistic approach to this process wants to get rid of this state of creative emptiness I found myself in previous processes: once in a studio it seems there’s nothing to grasp, therefore there is nothing. Attributing a meaning, a memory or even a whole philosophy to a singular object can work in 2 different ways: as said, it allows me to ensemble a mass of intangible stuff and manipulate it physically, to experiment with its manipulation as it would be to manipulate thought, news, fears, to interrelate these in a intuitive way…something that couldn’t be possible just with text, thoughts or memories. Also, this fetish is personal and once the experimentation is enjoyed, its meaning can be revealed or not to the audience. It can become extremely descriptive, narrative, or it can become extravagant, mysterious, abstract and indefinable.
