AMATORIO

El Pelele

At Galería Sendrós, Buenos Aires, Argentina

June 11 — July 09, 2022

Production: Patricia Perdomo
Lighting: Franco Mosquera
Photographic record: Ariel Baigorri
Audiovisual record: Fiord

AMATORIO

I wonder if, in the end, you’ll be what I’ve waited for all my life.
I wonder if, when you walk through the door, your hand will look like mine.
 
I wonder who he was.
I wonder if, as you walk through the door, your hand is the right choice.
 
I see that you are not so alone.
I see that you already got someone close.
And when I want to touch you, you’re gone and I’m in another bed.
 
With death rotting.
With death rotting behind my neck.


THE DREADFUL THREAD
 
The unmade bed.
The whisper of the ghost.
The day never ends and I kneel in front of the void.
The whole house upside down.
 
The dreadful thread.
 
The whole house upside down.


THE UNKNOWN NUMBER

The game that we play alone.


SILENCE

The eyes don’t see. The heart doesn’t grieve.


UNEXPECTED

Where I don’t believe, I find you.
Where the wind makes words vain.


HIM

Sitting next to me on the stairs.
Sitting next to me all afternoon.
The chest open,
sweet and soft.
The grey sky.
 
We put our bare feet together.
We were warm together.
 
When he hid his face from me, I knew it wasn’t him.


THE SECRET

Don’t even say it, my love.


THE BROTHERS

The brothers invented themselves.


SCRIPT
 
You follow the script but not the blood. In the house. In the bed.
You don’t want to look at me. You pretend not to hear me.
You don’t know that on a bright day the lightning sensually melts.
Today as never before I’m going to shout what you keep silent.
 
Light to the secret like to a prey.
The cane dances shattering the flesh.
The coin winks.
Kneeling.
The cup that rocks us overflows.
The dagger is plunged and the key rose sprouts.


FOOLISH HEART
 
This foolish heart that mourns what it misses,
loses everything in a sigh.
Tonight it misses you so much.
Tonight it needs you.
 
This foolish heart that wants to drown us
doesn’t read your lips.
Do not contradict it.
 
No.
No.
No.
 
This love cannot be true.
Its black spirals have no way out.

— El Pelele

El Pelele - AMATORIO - exhibition view - 2022
El Pelele - AMATORIO - exhibition view - 2022
El Pelele - AMATORIO - exhibition view - 2022
El Pelele - NOSOTROS - textile, plastic - detail - 2022
El Pelele - NOSOTROS - textile, plastic - detail - 2022
El Pelele - TONTO CORAZÓN - textile - 2022
El Pelele - ELLA - GUSANO - textile, plastic - detail - 2022
El Pelele - AMATORIO - exhibition view - 2022
El Pelele - AMENAZA - SILENCIO - 2022
El Pelele - SILENCIO - acrylic and synthetic enamel on canvas - detail - 2022
El Pelele - AMENAZA - acrylic and synthetic enamel on plastic - detail - 2022
El Pelele - AMATORIO - exhibition view - 2022
El Pelele - OJOS QUE NO VEN _ CORAZÓN QUE NO SIENTE - crayon drawing on paper, MDF, glass - 2022
El Pelele - AMATORIO _ ILUSIÓN _ SUSPIRO - backlights with steel plate - 2022
El Pelele - ESPEJO MÁGICO - iron, textile, MDF, mirror - 2022
El Pelele - AMATORIO _ ILUSIÓN _ SUSPIRO - backlights with steel plate - 2022
El Pelele - ESPEJO MÁGICO - iron, textile, MDF, mirror - detail - 2022
El Pelele - FANTASMA - textile - 2022
El Pelele - NOSOTROS - TONTO CORAZÓN - 2022
El Pelele - AMENAZA - acrylic and synthetic enamel on plastic - detail - 2022
El Pelele - AMATORIO - exhibition view - detail - 2022
El Pelele - NOSOTROS - textile, plastic - detail - 2022

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