At some point of my trajectory I had a call to show installations that related to a theme where dream and deception was bind together,a sort of teenage dream gone wrong, a nightmare in purple and glitter, where isolation and alienation had taken over a way of seeing life and art too.
A deception about the Art World, a need of rebelling against and critique it, trough out a sort of indifference to its rules and games, where a self boycott and auto destructive suicidal attitude of fuck it all was relevant to my critical discourse, a non discourse based in counter cultural statements where the way of not doing and not engaging was a "way" on its self.
Underground cultures been revived once more almost as the death of the swan sing song, and once again for the lat time, from the end of the XX century, as a sort of Fin de Siecle. A nihilist call to death and silence till the last year of the Art Noveau decade of the 2000's and the new century XXI where all its been co-opted again and disempowered , devoid of meaning. From 1999 to 2010 the pictures of fragmented installation shots of a piece called Rock and Roll Suicide and the pictures of material of research and making of the project Time Theft in Barcelona, during which I would live and go down deep the traces of the ghost from our Civil War down in el Raval.
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