comienzo

Imagine the world lasted a day only, a day and no more. It would be strange to think of what to say without having learned the language. Our hands could be used for walking and our feet could be writing lies. Foreheads would be a ridiculous topic but the subject would have no headaches. The sun becomes the most important thing out there, something that grasps you from afar but remains far away and out of reach. Then again, rehearsals would have no purpose, if only one thing could be said.

The paradigm is convenient while you try to keep silent but twilight insinuates the loss of control. A life well lived would be a life of chaos since order equates the way things are. And if it lasted two days, would you lie to me on the first one? Maybe, maybe you would.

Don't you get it? This place is too small to last for eternity and too big for just one day.

On the other side of this coin there is a face. She is on every other coin.

That chair has forgotten all about utility, it has forgotten all about comfort, it has forgotten nothing at all, it forgot it was a chair, it remembers when it was warm, it changes if the light don't show it, it brakes if the weight is ready or not, is a refugee from a third world country, it is a symbol of the deterioration of man, it is the humanization of a chair it, it is the damage in the binding link, the crack in the system that cannot be opened, it is a dark room inside the sun, it is a cigarette burning slowly and it is always a chair, it is a place that don't need to deliver invitations, it is definitely the mutation of a symbol into a rock that uses what it has forgotten, it lurks, it tries, it brainwashes people, it creates subliminal impressions within their comfort area, utility about all has forgotten that chair. PHENOMENALIA

The hat is dark inside but light enough to perceive the lack of color. One beam of light seems to shine through the stage drawing an illuminated segment between the crack in the “tela” o “telon” and the simple wooden chair.