The aleph/cube
26 December 2016


2 acrylic cubes, carved as drypoint photographs, walls with chalk drawings and a specific sound track.
Variable sizes (internal cube 50x50x50cm, external cube 75x75x75cm).

“I saw the circulation of my own dark blood; I saw the coupling of love and the modification of death; I saw the Aleph from every point and angle, and in the Aleph I saw the earth and in the earth the Aleph and in the Aleph the earth; I saw my own face and my own bowels; I saw your face; and I felt dizzy and wept, for my eyes had seen that secret and conjectured object whose name is common to all men but which no man has looked upon — the unimaginable universe.”
Jorge Luis Borges, “The Aleph”.

“My body, in fact, is always elsewhere. It is tied to all the elsewheres of the world. And to tell the truth, it is elsewhere than in the world, because it is around it that things are arranged. It is in relation to it–and in relation to it as if in relation to a sovereign–that there is a below, an above, a right, a left, a forward and a backward, a near and a far. The body is the zero point of the world. There, where paths and spaces come to meet, the body is nowhere.”
Fragment from “The Utopian Body” M. Foucault

“…When, children, you will grow older
You will understand,
How many tears lie in these letters
And how much crying…”
Fragment from the song Oifen Pryperchik.

That area of two or three centimeters that Borges told us in The Aleph, in my case was a large cube that radiates light and movement. It was different historical periods wrapped around one another, which contain a present result of the superposition of layers, a nonlinear storyline. Neither goes forward or back, it mutates, changes. Photographs intervened are carved into acrylic as a drypoint, words are written with chalk on the walls painted black as if it were a school board.
I also thought about Tarkovsky`s film “Zerkalo”. I thought about the mirror and its echoes.
Memories in another language, in the songs I heard as a child appear again today. The symbolic that condenses all time and the body as the starting point from which everything happens. This installation is a result of my incessant search to confirm my identity, to understand a space- my space- and the strange obsession that I have with the passage of time.