TROPICAL INTERZONE
Curated by Anne Brand Galvez
Special Guest Curator Ernesto Bautista
Assistant: Talhat Nurkas and Evelise Texeira
Part of the 4th Edition Nomadic Center of Contemporary Art
Tart Gallery. Zurich, Suiza
July 17, 2015.
ARTISTS: Melissa Guevara, Marie Griesmar, Leila Amacker, Anne-Laure Franchette, Kristina Nedialkova, Anne Brand Galvez, Mauricio Kabistan, Alejandro Mondria H., Crack Rodriguez, Marco Nicolas Heizen, Joël Noël, Ernesto Bautista, Tizian Baldinger, Mauricio Esquivel.
A fictional construction about exotism and tropicalism...
Pertaining to the solstice, far of the parallels of the latitudes between the tropics of Cancer and Capricorn. Far from the two circles of the celestial sphere. Far from the “somewhere” to “turn back”. What it could be? An image of desire? Far of the habit? Far of the ordinary? The otherness? The far..? An excitingly strange... let’s say creature. But this creature, bizarre and untiringly unusual, a foreign allure, overlaps with a series of imaginary constructions, channels for supra realities and fictions. Is strikingly constructed with artificial elements of desire and pleasure, far of ideologies; Could it exist far of the colonial view? Far of the Eurocentric construction of a history of subordination? It might be a fiction, a construction far from the Ecuadorian geographies, latitudes, and clime….
Kinski always says it’s full of erotic elements. I don’t see it so much erotic. I see it more full of obscenity. It’s just - Nature here is vile and base. I wouldn’t see anything erotical here. I would see fornication and asphyxiation and choking and fighting for survival and... growing and… just rotting away. Of course, there’s a lot of misery. But it is the same misery that is all around us. The trees here are in misery, and the birds are in misery. I don’t think they sing. They just screech in pain. It’s an unfinished country. It’s still prehistorical. The only thing that is lacking is the dinosaurs here. It’s like a curse weighing on an entire landscape. And whoever... goes too deep into this has his share of this curse. So we are cursed with what we are doing here. It’s a land that God, if he exists, has created in anger. It’s the only land where creation is unfinished yet. Taking a close look at what’s around us there.. there is some sort of a harmony. It is the harmony of... overwhelming and collective murder. And we in comparison to the articulate vileness and baseness and obscenity of all this jungle - Uh, we in comparison to that enormous articulation - we only sound and look like badly pronounced and half-finished sentences out of a stupid suburban... novel... a cheap novel. We have to become humble in front of this overwhelming misery and overwhelming fornication… overwhelming growth and overwhelming lack of order. Even the stars up here in the sky look like a mess. There is no harmony in the universe. We have to get acquainted to this idea that there is no real harmony as we have conceived it. But when I say this, I say this all full of admiration for the jungle. It is not that I hate it, I love it. I love it very much. “But I love it against my better judgment”. Werner Herzog, Burden of Dreams 1982
*Texto retomado del Press Kit de Tropical Interzone.