by Laura Garaglia

This text was written by Laura Garaglia and published in the special edition of FUNÁMBULOS Magazine dedicated to Paraíso Club, context in which Consumation was presented during February 2023.

"Nobody trapped and everyone engaged, some with action, others with resignation. In the process of dissolution of an object, a dance of images is born: someone sleeps, someone laughs, someone rubs soap, most wash their hands, and the time of the pandemic with its hygienic rituals and aseptic pedagogies resurfaces. A woman seems to be making gloves with the foam she generates herself, they are fancy gloves or latex gloves, it is that washing of hands that helped to prevent the deaths of women in labour and bodies sickened by septicemia, in another era, the times of care. We all survived so much. And here we are. Hurried or expectant, before a dance of multiplying hands, rings that momentarily slide off fingers, white towels waving until they no longer dry, water turning the color of nacre until it no longer cleanses. What is ceases to be, and everything occurs in a compact form; action passes through bodies like the breeze or movement, clothes and gestures, looking and seeing, impatience and parsimony. Breathing. What else do we have to do?"


Read the text here (Spanish)

Funámbulos

Editor Federico Irazábal
YEAR 26, No 58, SPRING 2023
Buenos Aires

by Laura Garaglia

This text was written by Laura Garaglia and published in the special edition of FUNÁMBULOS Magazine dedicated to Paraíso Club, context in which Consumation was presented during February 2023.

"Nobody trapped and everyone engaged, some with action, others with resignation. In the process of dissolution of an object, a dance of images is born: someone sleeps, someone laughs, someone rubs soap, most wash their hands, and the time of the pandemic with its hygienic rituals and aseptic pedagogies resurfaces. A woman seems to be making gloves with the foam she generates herself, they are fancy gloves or latex gloves, it is that washing of hands that helped to prevent the deaths of women in labour and bodies sickened by septicemia, in another era, the times of care. We all survived so much. And here we are. Hurried or expectant, before a dance of multiplying hands, rings that momentarily slide off fingers, white towels waving until they no longer dry, water turning the color of nacre until it no longer cleanses. What is ceases to be, and everything occurs in a compact form; action passes through bodies like the breeze or movement, clothes and gestures, looking and seeing, impatience and parsimony. Breathing. What else do we have to do?"


Read the text here (Spanish)

Funámbulos

Editor Federico Irazábal
YEAR 26, No 58, SPRING 2023
Buenos Aires