‘Run to the rhythm of the assembly chain’
Stop in the cool, sit in the chair – or in the rocking chair – and be enthralled. Suddenly, we hear the birdsong (silky, euphonious, oscillating), we see the slow and lazy movement of the clouds, we notice the streetlamp on the corner, which until today had never interested us. A new world of nuances opens up in the world of every day, faces and things change, we notice how the 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 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 cool, when we sit down and keep quiet – or talk a lot – and do nothing, wonderful things happen. Suddenly everything is susceptible to becoming a work of art: the news in the newspaper, the back of a neighbour, a cactus or a branch of fennel. The stones levitate and the sea becomes a desert of blue sand. Thoughts, soft and malleable, infiltrate everywhere, they blend in with the trees, with the facades and the roofs, with the heat and the flies, they tease us and contradict us. Badar means exactly this: to open up, to sprout like a flower, and to abstract oneself, to be enchanted by looking at the world.
Artists
Anne-lise cost
Hernandez Pijuan
Josep Maynou
Ana Mendieta
Jordi Mitjà
Luna Paiva