Txema Rodríguez

The mod girl and the absent minded boy are your thoughts in their way back to you. They are also subproduct of a ritual, figments of memory, the anthropologic communion of our imagination.
This is not what you are seeing, so go scratch the print and find out the truth.
Whether this is art or not is your final responsibility. How much of it can you take?
If you can see beauty, it was somewhat impossible for me to express. Dare to cut through the flesh of my wide open eye, like Simone Mareuil’s. But test the razor on your thumb first, and bleed.
You are witnessing the collapse of reality. Do you have what it takes to stay and hold on to awareness? This is my offering: a human puja, a black and white ex-voto, a momentary state of conviction and fatefulness. A quivering surrender to your judgment.