Absurd Harmony of Being (Coincidentia Oppositorum)
Kinetic installation with sound. 7 Metronomes made of wood and metal with electrical system. Each device oscillates with different cadence generating a particular sound. Environmental Art
220 x 120 x 120 cm. each piece (Installation of variable dimensions)
See video (Exhibition at La Casona Gallery)
Genesis Art Galleries. Havana
Act One: Harmonic Intention to Be
Absurd Harmony of Being (All Names of God) starts from a conception of the philosopher (the subject in search of meaning) as philosophized object. In the face of all absolutism, Absurd Harmony of Being (All Names of God) seeks to establish itself as a common space of insertion; a symbolic sphere of inclusion and tolerance, since it suggests an ideological location that transcends the aversion between the different and translates into a space of Coincidentia Oppositorum, for the resolution of the antinomies of feeling: a space of participation in the world that is not exclusive, but open to the infinite of all the possible ones; an obscure zone of convergence and dialogue of ideological-cultural potentialities of multiple origins. A cartography, in short, of diversity, channelled from multivalence and plurality. The notion of harmony that this work proposes (from the symbol of the metronome) refers to the order or disposition of the fragments of the Whole; to the mixture in its right proportion of the diverse elements of the parts that compose it. In this sense, the “clocks”, perfectly articulated, must contribute only mere notes to the great spiritual symphony. The resulting music alludes to the Great Harmony as harmony of diverse individualities linked to the unity of the foundation. A kind of inclusion of the many and agreement among the discordant.
Second Act: The Reality of be, being
Reality speaks of denial, monologues and polarization. Reality speaks of mutually exclusive opposites. So… when in a space of ideological confluence everyone speaks in unison, turning a deaf ear to what the Other offers, in an authoritarian exercise of the Self, our independent soliloquies only generate noise… a deafening noise.