Esperanza
On the 9/11 of 1973, in the very center of Santiago, fighter jets dropped their bombs to end a period of hope and genuine change, not only for the people of Chile, but for a whole young generation all around the world.
The palace is rebuilt, along with the surrounding area. There are no traces, only the soul scars, but they stay invisible.
Still, something very alive popped up: a medicine in the form of a cultural center right underneath the palace La Modena.
A gigantic space to be filled with an art action.
I took a small mirror to observe the audience, slowly moving around all the while, dropping dried tree seeds with my free hand. I then wrapped this hand with tape, gluing inside out, and collected the seeds on the now gloved hand. Then i pushed this hand on my face, leaving imprints of the seeds on my cheek. I took the end of a red woolen thread from my mouth, bound it around a pillar and started to move backwards, upwards, outwards from the building, unrolling about 60 meters of wool to cover the distance from the basement floor till the other side of the street.
I ended the action by bowing so low that an on running car broke the thread. The rest of the thread, rolled around a piece of paper with the word "esperanza" i left on the street.
Performed in Centro Culturel de Palacio la Moneda, Santiago de Chile 16 Nov 2012
www.deformes.org
The palace is rebuilt, along with the surrounding area. There are no traces, only the soul scars, but they stay invisible.
Still, something very alive popped up: a medicine in the form of a cultural center right underneath the palace La Modena.
A gigantic space to be filled with an art action.
I took a small mirror to observe the audience, slowly moving around all the while, dropping dried tree seeds with my free hand. I then wrapped this hand with tape, gluing inside out, and collected the seeds on the now gloved hand. Then i pushed this hand on my face, leaving imprints of the seeds on my cheek. I took the end of a red woolen thread from my mouth, bound it around a pillar and started to move backwards, upwards, outwards from the building, unrolling about 60 meters of wool to cover the distance from the basement floor till the other side of the street.
I ended the action by bowing so low that an on running car broke the thread. The rest of the thread, rolled around a piece of paper with the word "esperanza" i left on the street.
Performed in Centro Culturel de Palacio la Moneda, Santiago de Chile 16 Nov 2012
www.deformes.org
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all photos: anja ibsch
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