Manuela Pereira Enríquez
I have a recurring dream: I start moving my arms and my feet lift off the ground. “I know how to fly,” I remind myself; then I ask myself: “Why don’t I do it more often?” And I wake up.
This flying is as simple for me – I tell myself – as it is for the hoopoe to glide over the holm oak tree when it’s looking for a place to build its nest. chirp, chirp, chirp.
“Flying is to hover, to touch the clouds with your hands without being afraid of falling”
Flying is to go off, to blow up, to EXPLODE
as the epidiorite stones do with 600 kg of gunpowder and dynamite
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOOOOM
The detonations which resonate in these lyrics call to mind the numerous explosions my uncles set off in Galician granite quarries. These explosions are designed to extract the stone which is then marketed as a construction material or to produce aggregates. When the earth explodes into a thousand pieces, everything seems to stop. My uncles, the operators, the workers all stand still at the same time; everything follows a rhythm that is barely perceptible, and it takes just a few seconds for everything to get back to normal. But when it’s my aunts who “explode”, the effect is completely different: everything happens like lightning, there is a tremendous din and the granite walls, built with the same stones as the rocky ground, vibrate. This makes me think about Sara Ahmed’s ideas in Complaint!: the force of complaint, a force that is not restricted to the speech act. The yell is like an explosion that shakes what seems immobile. Like a detonation in the quarries, the complaint can break up the solid and create cracks where once there was hard rock. It is not just an act of resistance but rather a gesture which demands to be heard, an interruption in the normal flow of the everyday. The archived audiovisual material recorded by the workers will thus become the basis for the creation of an installation. The idea is to explore the multiple meanings of the poetic brutality of the verb.
Flying is also to free yourself,
to abstract yourself, to transcend the body
and the mind
Flying is,
Flying
The project is accompanied by Violeta Mayoral.
LINK:
Instagram
Manuela Pereira Enríquez
I have a recurring dream: I start moving my arms and my feet lift off the ground. “I know how to fly,” I remind myself; then I ask myself: “Why don’t I do it more often?” And I wake up.
This flying is as simple for me – I tell myself – as it is for the hoopoe to glide over the holm oak tree when it’s looking for a place to build its nest. chirp, chirp, chirp.
“Flying is to hover, to touch the clouds with your hands without being afraid of falling”
Flying is to go off, to blow up, to EXPLODE
as the epidiorite stones do with 600 kg of gunpowder and dynamite
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOOOOM
The detonations which resonate in these lyrics call to mind the numerous explosions my uncles set off in Galician granite quarries. These explosions are designed to extract the stone which is then marketed as a construction material or to produce aggregates. When the earth explodes into a thousand pieces, everything seems to stop. My uncles, the operators, the workers all stand still at the same time; everything follows a rhythm that is barely perceptible, and it takes just a few seconds for everything to get back to normal. But when it’s my aunts who “explode”, the effect is completely different: everything happens like lightning, there is a tremendous din and the granite walls, built with the same stones as the rocky ground, vibrate. This makes me think about Sara Ahmed’s ideas in Complaint!: the force of complaint, a force that is not restricted to the speech act. The yell is like an explosion that shakes what seems immobile. Like a detonation in the quarries, the complaint can break up the solid and create cracks where once there was hard rock. It is not just an act of resistance but rather a gesture which demands to be heard, an interruption in the normal flow of the everyday. The archived audiovisual material recorded by the workers will thus become the basis for the creation of an installation. The idea is to explore the multiple meanings of the poetic brutality of the verb.
Flying is also to free yourself,
to abstract yourself, to transcend the body
and the mind
Flying is,
Flying
The project is accompanied by Violeta Mayoral.
LINK:
Instagram
