This is the gift from Mario Martinez for my 1 year without a bathroom shower: a soap with the text “popo” in it. In spanish it means poop. A soap, something that Marcelino Barsi talks about in it’s pieces with soaps, a recollection of used soaps in acrylic boxes called public bathrooms. It all stays…
Yesterday: a recently born duck that seemed like an unhaired bat and a beever grabbd to my right shoulder. Today: Two beach towels, big, creamish white with rainbowbright-kinda-colors-drawings, one had the drawing of a flower, the other the drawing of a rainbow.
Piece by: Marcelino Barsi
Actually, I’m not so much interested in how things look like. It’s much more interesting for me a sort of how they come into becoming. A sort of it’s taking shape process. But also, and even sometimes much more interesting how in it’s becoming, the struggle for in it’s taking shape a discarding of that…
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Heidi’s cheeks weren’t pink. She was cold.