Running to the rhythm of the assembly line'.
Stop the coolness, sit back in your chair - or rocking chair - and be enraptured. Suddenly, we feel the birds singing (silky, euphonic, oscillating), we see the slow, lazy movement of the clouds, we notice the street lamp on the corner, which until now had never interested us. A new world of nuances opens up in the everyday world, faces and things change, we notice how our espadrilles - or flip-flops - begin to weigh us down and pin us to our usual street, different but identical to itself. This weight on our legs and our spirit forces us to observe our surroundings more carefully, to let our imagination fly without lifting our feet off the ground. When we stop in the fresh air, when we sit down and keep quiet - or talk in our elbows - and do nothing, wonderful things happen. Suddenly everything can become a work of art: the news in the newspaper, the neighbour's back, a cactus or a sprig of fennel. Stones levitate and the sea becomes a desert of blue sand. Thoughts, soft and malleable, infiltrate everywhere, mingle with trees, with facades and roofs, with heat and flies, tease and contradict us. Badar means exactly this: to open up, to sprout like a flower, and to be abstracted, to be enchanted by looking at the world.
Artists
Hernandez Pijuan
Josep Maynou
Ana Mendieta
Jordi Mitjà
Luna Paiva