Yesterday I visited the exhibition at El Almacén by Daniel Jordán, a creator I didn't know. It had been a long time since something had moved me so much. In that realm of art; or in those ways of expressing art. I, who live in permanent amazement, was surprised and astonished. Well, nothing more to say; only that it instantly reminded me of something I had written a long time ago. And that I repeat here.
When did we stop looking at the shadows and reject the scare? The more I learn about life as one, as a species, and as a species of species, the more vulnerable I feel. And that makes the game exciting every day. And when I say learn, I mean learn to unlearn everything that has been learned. Useless effort, but one that has the reward of opening new, unthinkable spaces? And placing this last word is very deliberate?.
And what has been learned is a veil over a fear behind another fear and behind another and another. And an armor behind another armor behind another armor, covering the massacred feelings. Drawing back the veils like when we entered a ruined house as children. Terrified and unstoppable. To feel everything again among disturbing shadows in exchange for nothing or, at most, a scare.
To get up every morning to die and go to bed every night to die. And failing every day and every night in that attempt is epic. And that failure and nothing else is life. Even the earth changes its magnetic pole every so often.
