TIME FOR REVOLUTION
TIME FOR REVOLUTION
TIME FOR REVOLUTION
As a spectator who can’t take any more of the news—each story worse than the next,
As an activist tired of seeing that nothing can be resolved by talking to institutions,
As a human being fed up with sterile communications that bring no action for those affected,
As a social being who, despite herself, belongs to capitalist society, feeling powerless, as if her voice— even when shouting at demonstrations— is never heard...
It’s as if the body must become the battleground for my struggles, because a body—dead or alive—seems to say more than voices or words that sink into oblivion.
With my own body, I want to shout my indignation at a humanity that learns nothing from its past mistakes. We are stuck in a perpetual cycle, as our old friend Plato might say, and it’s time to break this circle.
I’ve been waiting for the Messiah, but now that they’re clearly not coming, it’s up to us to come together and fight for an end to the desperate agony of a humanism that no longer resonates beyond borders.
If the words and images shared across all our fabulous social networks don’t make the elites—who clearly have the power to resolve poverty, social, and medical injustices—react, then let’s take up arms, WE ARTISTS, and burn all these arid, endless talks.
Without artists to tell the story, the world will remain a barren wasteland, where only aimless, detached capitalism will grow, serving merely to exchange a currency that doesn't actually exist if we stop using it.
The only real currency that exists is our exchange—from being to being, from idea to idea, from image to image.
That’s what history will remember.
!! Happy burning year of 2025 !!
Performance written by Sarah Konté
Directing and Shooting by Meredith Marlay
TUMBLEWEEDS
4/22/22 - 05/15/22
Los Angeles, Downtown
S A L A - G L A S, 845 S. Broadway
NIGHT AND DAY
Dancing, running, turning volter
On this new land of a thousand faces, colors and shapes
and forms confront each other. Coming together for a time to
they subtly unravel to continue their journey.
In the pursuit of an image, the journey becomes then this
ephemeral meeting within which what occurs in its
pure phenomenality resists and persists on this sensitive retina on which the memory comes
and attaches itself as a substitute to reality.
Then, these images fly and take with them these
traces of memory, which come to forge a plural identity,
an identity which blooms in the
swirling movement of sensations.
Escape on the left, enveloping undulation, seeks the way
path, runs, dances, flies
The inframince sound which springs from this elusive image, subjected to the wind
to the wind is one of the traces of what remains of this sensation.
From a rayograph on 16 mm of elements
collected elements, subjects, emotions gathered, becoming film, a visual and sound
visual and sound installation takes place and translates this metaphor of the Tumbleweed in an exploded cinematography.