The body’s marks

Writing against time with words that mark the body, with ropes that imprison it but at the same time that spit out its internal anger. The image is our new word. Painting pictures and capturing time in only one image that repeats itself, every time differently. The gesture,  the cruelty,  the suffering and the cry are captured in seconds, because one moment in this situation is Everything, and the light shows us and conceals it from us simultaneously. Everything rests on the power of that instant, on the intensity of one moment.

There’s no past, there’s no future. Only the present exists in the form of a saturated image that is reflected back and forth, like unreal worlds that are nothing more than the virtual etchings of our imagination.

The light that paints the surface; the ropes that strangle the soul -  it’s nothing more than the  immaterial form of a naked body that faces the lens. It has Nothing, only the broken gesture of an instant  - the marks that it bears.

On the stage everything appears as it is, forced to face the person that stages the scene, naked, marked … the elements and the light games are arranged with a dynamism and a tension that remains preserved as the signature mark of our culture that ties itself around the pain, the body and the image.