San Miguel Art magazine/ JUNE 17 | Page 22

«I think I have a solution or do you have one?» «Yes,» I reply, perplexed. «Well, here you go. You ring the bell to call the servant, when she enters, we both throw ourselves on her and we rip her face off, so I can wear her face tonight, instead of mine. «It is not a very practical solution,» I reply, «because she will probably die when she no longer has a face; someone will discover the body and we will both go to jail. As the child sits in the hammock he remembers the voice of his dreams. «This voice makes me feel sad in the stomach, it feels like an iguana trapped inside, jumping and trying to escape. I know that this feeling is really a small voice that cries in the ruin, I am afraid, the pigs are afraid « «These pigs do nothing but eat and sleep and make more pigs. Then we kill them to make them carnitas and we put them in tortillas. Sometimes we get very sick with carnitas, especially if they have been dead for a long time « It is my opinion, that if I conjured a perceptible intention in what has been written so far, it was to reject interpretation, for I confess a feeling of exhaustion with that exerting exercise which consists in appropriating everything that one describes. Worse still, it is an act of domestication. So that everyone understands the objects we capture. The savagery of the object must be upheld. It may not be acceptable to a good conscience; nor to the political respectability that today dictate rules which do not to offend. The politically correct is much like airplane meals, which everyone can consume without disturbing anyone, tasteless and safe. The textual mosaic that we have just assembled contains three texts by Leonora, the first is from the novel The stone door, the second is from a story «The Debutante,» and the third is taken from «A Mexican fairy tale.» The picture is here, provisionally sheltered between one word and another, but at the same time, the picture is in other places because it can be heard through the mosaic of texts. Those who try to explain a picture, a play or an object of art seek to display the sensation of a purpose, the object serves for this or the other, it means this or that thing. The explanation orients, runs before us, a way to avoid the dangerous encounter with the inexplicable. Another alternative to the picture is to admit the risk of that which has no purpose, that which has no utilitarian purpose. We set up a finalist will and let the sensation of the strange integrate into our imaginary. But here we have an imaginary that is placed in an undetermined region. The wild object is not really a single object, well, we certainly talk about a picture and it is possible to consider it as a single object. Imposing a function on the object limits a freedom of action. What happens when the object inflicts a wound on the imaginary? I admit, in this way, that we all have one or several imaginary bodies. An important issue is that in case of interrupting the domestication of the object, we give ourselves the opportunity to be surprised. Finally, the wild object, which would be a way, not to name it but to imagine a game outside the functionality, suspends itself away from the interpreting machine. We obsessively impose the verbiage of our knowledge to cover the absolute ignorance of the viewer. Interpretations are part of a system of power that legitimizes that small turf defended by specialists. «Mr. Ambrose Barbary can tell you about very interesting things about the wild beasts you love so much. He has undertaken several studies and is a very cultured man. «A smile crept into Lobo›s face revealing his pointed teeth. Lobo gives Jemima a package, which is the person referred to in the previous paragraph. «Once alone, Jemima opens the lump ... and utters a choked cry: in her hands, she holds the head of a cock whose gaze has been fixed by death. Perhaps the wild object calls into question our systems of power, our normality, our security and desperate self- sufficiency. I do not interpret, comment or dialogue, but I cannot fix the definitive meaning of the world I read and see.