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Commissioned for Triennale Tres Peso$
A Smoking Paper, But Without Smoke, 2020
“How marvelous! What an original composition!”, he said. No Name praised me to killers, to everyone. No Name said my work was flawless. The paintings concealed my dark thoughts of revenge. A year later, tortured by my paintings, he lost his mind. He went on living his life in a haphazard way. And finally he burnt everything down: the paintings, his house and himself. After that event I’ve met someone her name Diana she is a curator. She gave me $3.00 in 2006 to make a work for that event, I draw that party on a smoking paper, but without smoke. I breathed into work of my spirit.
I am a painter, I visited the house of No name, he lives in the end of everything. I decided to visit his house and paint all its walls. I paint what he is interested in; visual artists, the police and everyone who knows his fascination with guns.
I knew he had killed a lot of people, or maybe he fed them to wild dogs. One of my ideas was to do a giant mural in his living room. I wanted to crush him with the faces within the mural. The faces of the dozens who were killed or went missed during his private parties. I could imagine their eyes following him all around the room. The walls were very old and it was barely possible to paint on them. I finished those paintings knowing that he will soon realize my revenge. One of the paintings showed missing people and victims whose faces I copied from old pictures, collected from multiple families. Maybe these configurations will haunt him later. I finished the painting and called him to see what I had done, and now I called Diana Cantarey to see what I have done with $3.00.
I am a painter, I visited the house of No name, he lives in the end of everything. I decided to visit his house and paint all its walls. I paint what he is interested in; visual artists, the police and everyone who knows his fascination with guns.
I knew he had killed a lot of people, or maybe he fed them to wild dogs. One of my ideas was to do a giant mural in his living room. I wanted to crush him with the faces within the mural. The faces of the dozens who were killed or went missed during his private parties. I could imagine their eyes following him all around the room. The walls were very old and it was barely possible to paint on them. I finished those paintings knowing that he will soon realize my revenge. One of the paintings showed missing people and victims whose faces I copied from old pictures, collected from multiple families. Maybe these configurations will haunt him later. I finished the painting and called him to see what I had done, and now I called Diana Cantarey to see what I have done with $3.00.
The 2020 edition showed works commissioned to guests artists and works selected through an open call. The only condition was that the piece could be produced with $ 3.00 mxn (12 euro cents) which was financed by the Trienniale. The Triennial seeks the minimum activities and materialities, which it understands as great epistemic solutions to small aesthetic problems. That is why we are interested in exploring, stretching and creating a mini-great event to stimulate artistic production with a modest economic stimulus.