Sala Abierta: 03
Larissa Garza
903 Forbidden
Video digital* 10’50”

Del 22 de mayo al 5 de junio, 2020

Sala Abierta*, espacio intangible que en su primera etapa presentará el trabajo de artistas que viven y trabajan en Guadalajara.

*Video instalación adaptada para soportes visuales, se recomienda ver vídeo a pantalla completa y con audífonos

903 Forbidden es una vídeo instalación, que surge a partir de un texto utilizando la técnica de patchwriting, un tipo de collage literario, en el cual se abordan temas de identidad, cuerpo, imagen y fracaso desde una perspectiva queer¹.  Las imágenes responden a pequeñas piezas que en conjunto testifican un deambular entre espacios tangible e intangibles.

¹Lo queer es aquello que no cabe dentro de la norma socialmente establecida, algunos aspectos fundamentales de la teoría queer son la crítica del régimen normativo de la heterosexualidad y la crítica de la identidad. 

siento por primera vez la sensación de hacerme un autorretrato para ti. dibujar una imagen de mi mismo como si fuera tú. drag you. travestirme en ti. hacerte volver a la vida a través de esta imagen. we do not operate within the comfort zone. the lines are fuzzy. i didn’t have time to check my reflection in a mirror, and i certainly don’t remember my lines. if i ever had any. vete, al límite de sólo aquello que del cuerpo puede ser reconocido, ve hasta el goce de la desfiguración de tu lengua. el cuerpo no es otra cosa que la voluntad vuelta visible.

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“yes, i am…” ultimately, the attribute is of no importance; what society will not tolerate is that i should be…nothing, or to be more exact, that the something that i am should be openly expressed as provisional, revocable, insignificant, inessential, in a word: irrelevant. Just say “i am” and you will be socially saved. me escondo, me vigilo, me censuro, me contengo. there is a huge self censorship because we’re terrified of betraying ourselves, we don’t want people to know. we must aknowledge our differences in order to learn about, support and work with each other. aceptar que el cambio que tiene lugar en mi es la mutación de una época. one can never observe all the possibilities and still go on to the next, sometimes one just exits and enters again, i think i can agree with myself that it is not a matter of choice; that everything is on purpose: ‘a bouquet of mistakes’

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i want to know what we can do for each other now. i want to hear words that cut to the bone. when things get nasty, a sense of urgency prevails, and everyday the world outside continues as if nothing had happened. it’s not even that there’s a lot going on, we are just busy. i mean it’s not complicated: you can go on, i can go on; we can assume there’s something happening, or not something happening. i don’t know, perhaps it is unfair to go on, maybe we should take our minds off it and think about something else. maybe it is not worth thinking about at all, but that leads to other things just as problematic. maybe it should be more complicated, we are looking at it too simply. passivity where does it take you? don’t hate when you can jump in any moment. it’s heavy, it’s intense. don’t take it easy, happily we pass the ball(s), feelings are facts, thinking is that.

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a hundred years from now and you haven’t seen my face. habítame, vive en mí, ven, ven, please don’t leave me, vuelve a la vida, hold on to my sex. low, down, dirty. stay with me, can you love me anyway? and if so, where can we go? i want to be taken and i want you to take me home, but i doubt there is an easy way for either of us. i came unprepared, i’m not ready to be complex. i don’t think that’s the answer though. i don’t think it’s an answer we are looking for. it’s shocking to laugh, it’s shocking not to take any shit, it’s insane to say no. everything is not okay, no podría decir que no lo sabía. you fantasize a way they are going to be, you try to do everything in your power, and then they are total flops. It’s really interesting to examine how you could be so wrong. sometimes I get involved, feel alive and in the middle of it.

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at other times I drop out. then it goes on without me. no es el helio lo que procura el vuelo al globo, es el nudo. ever tried, ever failed, no matter, try again, fail again, fail better. they say: time heals all wounds, but while our bruises are healing we’re also dying, which is another way of saying living, the half way of putting it. what doesn’t exist is important. to be or not to be normal. thanks for explaining me. would you hold it against me if i couldn’t stand for this? we cannot imagine our own death. no matter how often we try, we remain spectators of a scene, we die fast and we don’t hide. el placer nace donde la promesa de la muerte nunca concluye. to strive to fail is to go against the socially normalized drive towards never increasing success. the embrace of failure can become an act of bravery, of daring to go beyond normal practices and enter a realm of not-knowing, after all, we’re all queer. i demand that we stop making promises about the future, which we have no right to make and which prevent us from, or make us feel guilty about, growing and changing. we are just at the beginning, guarda este prospecto, es posible que necesite volver a leerlo.

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the limits exclude, we know. for me to use the word ‘queer’ is a liberation. we fight our insignificance. feminist. básicamente nacimos para limpiar la mierda de otros, no para ir dejando charcos por las camas. that’s a fight, this is daily agonistic with a refusal to hide. we are not bored.

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no hacer ruido al pasar, no hacer ruido al comer, no hacer ruido.

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do not be controlled by fears of hurting feelings with your beliefs. aesthetics can be killed over and over and over, that’s it. don’t give a shit about being an artist, give a shit about making someone mad maybe just making. i know this isn’t free of bullshit, i mean, i’m coming from somewhere of a self conscious place. todo lo que debes buscar es la variación. cualquiera de esas líneas de vida podría haber avanzado en otra dirección, pero han venido todas directamente hacia nosotros y se han cruzado exactamente aquí. often it is worth considering that the deepest failures are in fact not failures at all.

Larissa Garza (Monterrey, 1993) 

Como artista multidisciplinaria, Larissa indaga las distintas formas en que construimos nuestras relaciones y conexiones afectivas, ahondando en temas como el habitar, las maneras de operar dentro y fuera del ciber-espacio, el cuidado y la colaboración. Su práctica atraviesa la línea entre el arte y la vida, y se motiva por mantener vivo eso que nos hace ser nosotrxs; creando espacios que dan cabida a múltiples diálogos, intercambios y experiencias en donde la intimidad y el goce individual se vuelve colectivo. Su investigación se articula desde la teoría queer, los feminismos y la experiencia y condición millennial, principalmente a través de proyectos participativos, instalación, vídeo, auto publicaciones y los recursos del ciber-espacio. 

Actualmente vive y trabaja en Guadalajara, México y lleva la programación de PAOS GDL.