traps

“traps" can be seen as a confluence of different actions, dragged by linguistic elements. A hypnotic zoo invites the viewer into its trap. By featuring the unknown as a source of compositional information, where words, bodies and configurations morph, a collective playground is created. It is not a game, but rather an overt observation of a hidden manifesto.

Work “traps“ finds itself between the wet walls, inhabited by an unknown identity that seeks to make eye contact with the surrounding. It constantly (re)creates us by adopting different fictions. “traps“ falls into the captured within estrangement and dares to gaze back to reflect its own sociality.

“traps” seeks to trace our forgotten belongings. ‘traps’ is a trapping pulse and a raw meat programmed to consume. It’s a place where drugs and identities are sold and dissolved. It’s a tongue hole, wasted head, wolf-wheel, a person's dirty mouth and a leaky engine. It travels, restricts, attrapts (?), pokes, and strokes our presence while we’re caught in our own traps.