EL MONSTRUO INVICTO DE NÁPOLES / THE UNVANQUISHED MONSTER OF NAPLES
No one has ever stopped you, you’ll never die. You corrupt everything without thinking about it. Invincible monster from a single skull, you have devoured everyone without teeth or hands. Monster of trafficking, of desire and death, unspeakable monster, insatiable, irrepressible, headless monster. This is a skull of a Rhino that Pablo Escobar collected in his zoo. It is located in a restaurant at the main park of Puerto Triunfo, Antioquia, Colombia
AGUAS ABAJO / DOWNSTREAM
Dumped bodies float downstream, sailing bodies in the rivers, devoured, consumed, collected in the villages. Don’t eat these fat fishes from dead bodies that don’t exist. Rumps and stumps collected from the Cauca River in Bolombolo, Antioquia. The rivers became a dump for the dead, countless people about whom nobody ever knew anything. Some of them floated and were found and buried as unidentified bodies in the cemeteries of riverside towns, where it became customary to adopt them, name them, pray for them, ask for favors and care for their graves.
DELIKATESSEN / DELICATESSEN
One day bleeds into the next, in the same way as lunch is made of hacked up beings by dismembering their flesh and bones.
LIXIVIADO / LEACHED
Rivers of subterranean blood seep into the earth, roll down the hillside, some dissolves and becomes part of the interior of the rock, and the rest arrives in this narrow valley to more faster flowing waters. They accumulate and disappear and their stain dissolves. Nothing remains of those maternal kisses, those dreams lost, those desiring muscles, those tasty meats devoured by the insatiable void.
DE TODOS LADOS LLEGAN CIENTOS DE CAMINOS / HUNDREDS OF ROADS ARRIVE FROM EVERYWHERE
In addition to being a dumping ground for construction debris, this is the site of forensic excavations searching for mass graves. It is believed that there are about three thousand corpses of people missing for 30 years, murdered by the various armed groups in the conflict in Medellín....
ESTAS AGUAS ARRASTRAN LO INDECIBLE / THESE WATERS CARRY AWAY THE UNSPEAKABE
This is the Medellin River in the town/municipality of Barbosa in the Department of Antioquia, Colombia. Currently it carries away all of the sewage from the Valley of Aburrá, approximately ten municipalities or four million people and their industry. After flowing through a rectilinear channel of concrete, the river foams and falls on gigantic, millenary rocks that have been bathed and polished by the water during so many millennia that today they are round.
MUY CERCA O MUY LEJOS LAS COSAS SE PARECEN / UP CLOSE OR FAR AWAY THINGS LOOK ALIKE
We are nothing more than an imagined world. We live in the idea we have of it, a fictitious being perceived and altered by its own self. That’s why I like to imagine sweet things and wrap them around myself like worn garments. I am the one afar; the one up close is a self-portrait. I always see myself in everything because I am what I see and what I imagine.
DULCE AMANECER DE EMILY / EMILY´S SWEET SUNRISE
Knowing the world in the humid and warm muscle, wrapped in the blanket of the sensible. This loving pleasure fills her mouth with my red blood contained in the sweet morning kiss. Hope comes to the world through the pleasure of living flesh.
EL RESPLANDOR / THE SHINING
I like the sun, the light, the warmth of a sunset of a resplendent day when all the oxygen piles up in my nose. As if the air were softer and the climate warmer, I like to think gently that things are as beautiful as they seem sometimes, that pleasure harmonizes me with the world and the others and that suffering is always accompanied by something good. I would like to think that it always dawns and that what started in this serie, in the bowels of the abyss, has an atmospheric and luminous end…
Lixiviado
on the earth, self-inflicted wounds or wounds we inflicted on her. We open graves or exhume bodies in search of answers, looking for something that explains violence or lies. There is a desire in the open earth, a desire to swallow you, as in the open skin. A wound that hurts and but is not felt. In Sergio Gómez’s work there is always the doubt of whether one has seen right, whether one has heard or smelled right. There is always the doubt of whether the earth, the crease, the water, the wound that we see, reflects pain or happiness.
HÉCTOR ABAD FACIOLINCE
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