LAPSUS
Video
2'44"
2020
I move the blueprint of action to the beach, to the seashore, where the waves come to wet and drag the sand. The lines drawn in the sand compose different blueprints of the shelters, they are memories that the waves erase, taking them away, returning them to the water. It is a cyclical movement, a cyclical oblivion. This coming and going of the waves is a metaphor of memory and oblivion, of how memories are confused, superimposed and blurred. The wave erases the line, leaving a barely visible trace of what was. However, the sea, before memory, is also the mother. The oceanic feeling is related to an earlier time, and the action of the waves that reclaim the lines of the shore is the insistence on returning to that aquatic space, to the rhythmic and oscillatory movement of the maternal space. Return to la mer and la mère.
