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    • Don't let the beautiful colors fool you, who would draw Goofy inside the rooms of grownups? And
    • Where do the walls of the museum go when they are forgotten? And
    • Other details were released from under the hair, embedded by power on the paper's surface, which bore the oil and color. The paper was transmigrated into the canvas's ghost. This occurred with the help of volatile eyebrow's scissors, snipped by the han
    • From the head's knoll. And
    • Berlin's drawing's pad and
    • a depiction of things at the back of my head. And
    • Entry into this household is strictly prohibited under any circumstances, as is the construction or alteration of furniture or the construction of a new home or project, unless written permission is granted by the owner of the blue bag, and
    • A Smoking Paper, But Without Smoke, and
    • where does a thought go when it's forgotten? And
    • No Part Of This Book May Be Reproduced, In Any Way, By Photocopying, Recording, Or Otherwise, Except With The Prior Written Consent Of The Publisher, and
    • Behind The Sun
    • Painting Size 80x60cm
      • My nightmare
    • In One Direction, From a Steady Angle
    • Tonight’s Programme
    • Chapter 1
      • 5 minutes lucid dreams and deep sleep
      • Oasis Behaviour
      • View from the roof of my farm
      • Tourist trips in our farm
      • Add Friend So You Can Speak With the President
      • The Body’s Heavy Box
      • The Body's Autumn
  • Solo exhibitions
    • In the head's sunrise
    • In the head's dusk
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    • The Blue Ink Pocket, and
    • An Indefinite appearance or two walls and
    • 6x9 doesn’t fit everything and
    • Don't let the beautiful colors fool you, who would draw Goofy inside the rooms of grownups? And
    • Where do the walls of the museum go when they are forgotten? And
    • Other details were released from under the hair, embedded by power on the paper's surface, which bore the oil and color. The paper was transmigrated into the canvas's ghost. This occurred with the help of volatile eyebrow's scissors, snipped by the han
    • From the head's knoll. And
    • Berlin's drawing's pad and
    • a depiction of things at the back of my head. And
    • Entry into this household is strictly prohibited under any circumstances, as is the construction or alteration of furniture or the construction of a new home or project, unless written permission is granted by the owner of the blue bag, and
    • A Smoking Paper, But Without Smoke, and
    • where does a thought go when it's forgotten? And
    • No Part Of This Book May Be Reproduced, In Any Way, By Photocopying, Recording, Or Otherwise, Except With The Prior Written Consent Of The Publisher, and
    • Behind The Sun
    • Painting Size 80x60cm
      • My nightmare
    • In One Direction, From a Steady Angle
    • Tonight’s Programme
    • Chapter 1
      • 5 minutes lucid dreams and deep sleep
      • Oasis Behaviour
      • View from the roof of my farm
      • Tourist trips in our farm
      • Add Friend So You Can Speak With the President
      • The Body’s Heavy Box
      • The Body's Autumn
  • Solo exhibitions
    • In the head's sunrise
    • In the head's dusk
  • PORTFOLIO PDF
Ali Eyal 1994 ​© All Rights Reserved​

Page"14"

Commissioned for Triennale Tres Peso$​

A Smoking Paper, But Without Smoke, 2020

Picture
“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.
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.
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    • The Blue Ink Pocket, and
    • An Indefinite appearance or two walls and
    • 6x9 doesn’t fit everything and
    • Don't let the beautiful colors fool you, who would draw Goofy inside the rooms of grownups? And
    • Where do the walls of the museum go when they are forgotten? And
    • Other details were released from under the hair, embedded by power on the paper's surface, which bore the oil and color. The paper was transmigrated into the canvas's ghost. This occurred with the help of volatile eyebrow's scissors, snipped by the han
    • From the head's knoll. And
    • Berlin's drawing's pad and
    • a depiction of things at the back of my head. And
    • Entry into this household is strictly prohibited under any circumstances, as is the construction or alteration of furniture or the construction of a new home or project, unless written permission is granted by the owner of the blue bag, and
    • A Smoking Paper, But Without Smoke, and
    • where does a thought go when it's forgotten? And
    • No Part Of This Book May Be Reproduced, In Any Way, By Photocopying, Recording, Or Otherwise, Except With The Prior Written Consent Of The Publisher, and
    • Behind The Sun
    • Painting Size 80x60cm
      • My nightmare
    • In One Direction, From a Steady Angle
    • Tonight’s Programme
    • Chapter 1
      • 5 minutes lucid dreams and deep sleep
      • Oasis Behaviour
      • View from the roof of my farm
      • Tourist trips in our farm
      • Add Friend So You Can Speak With the President
      • The Body’s Heavy Box
      • The Body's Autumn
  • Solo exhibitions
    • In the head's sunrise
    • In the head's dusk
  • PORTFOLIO PDF