For this exhibition, Isidro Blasco "go back home", to the city where he lives, to New York, to realize this metaphor on houses adrift, aimless, as an expression of the current feeling of desperation of people, but also on closet, as of author himself explains,
Without wishing to be too much dramatic, I had an idea, this metaphor of houses adrift, aimless, as an expression of this feeling of despair that is seen in the faces of the people who live here and we all feel very sadly.
Description of the project by Isidro Blasco
After many works on the cities of Sydney, Sao Paulo, Lisbon, Madrid, Melbourne, Chicago, Berlin, etc. ; always outside the city of New York, where I live; in the last two years I have felt the need to look closer, in my back-yard.
With the idea always present that I had a little forgotten what really matters in life: the more familiar context, the everyday; have emerged this collection of bridges and other architectonic structures so impressive and amazing that abound in this city.
And in the middle of this work came the elections to President in this country; and there was talk of renewing the aging infrastructure, the bridges that were rusty and about to fall, and so on.
And then won the Presidency who won.
And now comes the storm, the alluvium of torrential water that will take down the work and effort of so many people who have given everything for this country and this city.
Without wishing to be too much dramatic, I had an idea, this metaphor of houses adrift, aimless, as an expression of this feeling of despair that is seen in the faces of the people who live here and we all feel very sadly.
Something inevitable is happening and with a huge, unprecedented, destructive power. Or so I personally feel.
After many works on the cities of Sydney, Sao Paulo, Lisbon, Madrid, Melbourne, Chicago, Berlin, etc. ; always outside the city of New York, where I live; in the last two years I have felt the need to look closer, in my back-yard.
With the idea always present that I had a little forgotten what really matters in life: the more familiar context, the everyday; have emerged this collection of bridges and other architectonic structures so impressive and amazing that abound in this city.
And in the middle of this work came the elections to President in this country; and there was talk of renewing the aging infrastructure, the bridges that were rusty and about to fall, and so on.
And then won the Presidency who won.
And now comes the storm, the alluvium of torrential water that will take down the work and effort of so many people who have given everything for this country and this city.
Without wishing to be too much dramatic, I had an idea, this metaphor of houses adrift, aimless, as an expression of this feeling of despair that is seen in the faces of the people who live here and we all feel very sadly.
Something inevitable is happening and with a huge, unprecedented, destructive power. Or so I personally feel.
