Praise Be

 

For me the woman is a simple concept badly conceived, a handful of emotions and sentiments which moves within a system that is fragile and, most of all, of regression and repression.

For years, attractive women, and I want to make that very clear, have suffered vexation, humiliations, mistreatment and a lack of freedom of expression and decision making.

Of course, if you denounce it, you are accused of erroneous perceptions, I would dare say imaginary hallucinations which for their mere being so evident don’t appear credible.

Spain is a male chauvinist country where the so-called (by some) “Fiesta Nacional” implies a tremendous display of figures and figurines in front of an enormous animal, noble and ruminant, which probably would prefer to be left in peace on its pasture.

The mere fact of breeding it in order to kill it in public, dressed in sequin, is such presumption of pride which can only be associated with a lack of intellectual activity and incapacity of reasoning.

Local village and radical governments encourage this, without respecting the decision-making capacity of other sectors which don’t approve, and instead of protecting their rights attack their liberty.

There is female sector which goes with this type of chauvinists. Fighting for them, they are our worst enemies.

My work is about all this and it can’t be any other way since I still live in a decadent country which, in spite of all the technology that surrounds us, still smells of naphthalene.

For the Florence Biennale, I need potent, disturbing, courageous work with a strong conceptual load. That the spectators may face the work, that it may create rage and uncertainty in them and that they should leave convinced that this is not only a narrative work but something uncomfortable and challenging, by a female artist.