A veces me pregunto si no soy tan sólo un reflejo fractal de la crisis de identidad de este país.

Móbiles: Calder con Radulescu por encima

"How can art be realized?

Out of volumes, motion, spaces bounded by the great space, the universe.

Out of different masses, tight, heavy, middling--indicated by variations of size or color--directional line--vectors which represent speeds, velocities, accelerations, forces, etc. . . .--these directions making between them meaningful angles, and senses, together defining one big conclusion or many.

Spaces, volumes, suggested by the smallest means in contrast to their mass, or even including them, juxtaposed, pierced by vectors, crossed by speeds.

Nothing at all of this is fixed.

Each element able to move, to stir, to oscillate, to come and go in its relationships with the other elements in its universe.

It must not be just a fleeting moment but a physical bond between the varying events in life.

Not extractions,

But abstractions

Abstractions that are like nothing in life except in their manner of reacting."

painting the sky with chinese ink

Christopher me dijo: Hablar de música es muy dificil.
Yo le respondí: Hablar de cualquier cosa es muy dificil.

“My life is extremely one-sided: what counts are the
works as scores, recordings, films, and books. That is
my spirit formed into music and a sonic universe of
moments of my soul.”
(K. Stockhausen, 25. Sept. 2007)

*
¿Qué hacer en un mundo donde el dinero es una medida del poder?

Estudio para la construcción de caminos