Curatorship

Mirages of graphisms become arrogant in the unreason of life Sinuous misunderstanding of themselves sinuous tangle of crooked mouths traces the mirror of paper in the abyss of vain jaws the king oozes complaints of hunger when he causes hunger the king aches half-open lips that devours shovels and twists them in the sky

Under the dark cavern of dark bats of slime of stumbling stumbling stumbling stumbling legs the uglies stir the soup of their foul souls and want to scatter their vertigo everywhere on the zigzagging silver of mismatched streets and purple twists and turns.

Hidden under the darkness is the dark room where the ugly ones dwell like voracious cavemen with souls full of bitterness.

Ileana Andrea Gómez Gavinoser - September 2021