dirt
A bath tube, a body, and an urge to wash off the dirt. A symbolic series that explores the need to strip off our inner darkness. This series, split into different acts and following the structure of classic theater, uses the narrative to make us dip into a metaphor and confront ourselves.
Una bañera, un cuerpo, un impulso de deshacerse de lo sucio. Una serie simbólica que explora la necesidad de despojarse de la oscuridad interior
Esta serie, dividida en actos y siguiendo la estructura del teatro clásico, nos sumerge, gracias a su narrativa, en una metáfora, generando así una confrontación interna.
A bathtub in a remote place, waiting for something to happen, for the arrival of someone who will make her useful, so turbid and sterile. Long she waits for that “someone” to embrace her.
Una bañera un lugar remoto, a la espera de un qué que suceda, aguarda la llegada de un cualquiera que la torne útil, tan turbada y a su vez tan estéril. Ella solo espera,espera a que ese alguien la acogiera.
1st act “The bathtub”
2nd act “The body”
A body, disarmed, so ephemeral, so fragile, so dirty. Contaminated. Lost and disenchanted. A nakedness marked by every stitch and every scar. Chiseled by wounds that fester and rot.
Un cuerpo, tan desarropado, tan efímero, tan frágil, tan sucio, contaminado. Perdido, desencontrado, en una desnudez marcada por cada punto de sutura, por cada cicatriz. Marcado por heridas que supuran y no curan.
she waits for that “someone” to embrace her.
3rd act “The meeting”
A scream coming from a corner, a call for her, it does not silence but overwhelms, suffocates, invades her. She awakens absent and devoid. And there she is, eager for a reunion in the epicenter’s off-center.
B-What are you doing here? How did you get here?
P-Who are you? I don't recognize you…
B-Why are you so neglected, so shattered?
P-Who are you?
B-I was waiting for you…
Gritan desde un rincón, le llaman, no acalla y le abruma, le asfixia, le invade. Despierta carente, ausente. Allí está ella, aquella sedienta de un reencuentro en el epicentro descentrado.
B-¿Qué haces aquí? ¿Cómo has llegado?
P-¿Quién eres? No te reconozco…
B-¿Por qué estás tan descuidada, tan rota?
P-¿Quién eres?
B-Te estaba esperando…
4th act “The confrontation”
It invades her, it swallows her. And she, so naive, so delusional, swoops in, pushes into, enters, dives and lets herself go, allowing her murky waters to soak her, to suffocate her.
Every pore of her body burns, sobs; muffled moans that writhe and drown in the mud.
She feels the coldness while being imprisoned by her white shallow body. Her incendiary bowels burn and the metal, like the bull of Phalaris, squeaks.
Le invade, le arrastra. Y ella, tan ilusa, tan ilusionada, se abalanza, se adentra , se sumerge y se deja, deja que sus turbias aguas le empapen, le asfixien.
Cada poro arde, solloza, gemidos desahogados que se retuercen y se ahogan en el barro. Siente frío mientras le aprisiona en su blanco cuerpo vacío, sus entrañas incendiarias se calcinan y el metal ,cual toro de Falaris, rechina
5th act “The acceptance”
She stands upright, still. Unable to oppose, she lets the dispute subside.
Drops of dirty water slide, touching her without malice. Now, she accepts it without rebellion, without fighting. The screams are silenced. The hostile becomes docile.
Queda erguida, pausada. Incapaz de oponerse, deja que la disputa merme. Gotas de agua sucia se deslizan , la acarician sin malicia. Ahora lo acepta sin revuelta, sin batalla los gritos acallan. Lo hostil se torna dócil
6th act “the end”
She no longer envelops her, they are not two entities, they merge while possessing each other.
In that moment, they no longer suffer ,they slip into the earth’s bowels, transforming themselves into something more than metal. Something else. Something new.
They are me, and I am them
Ella ya no la envuelve, no son dos entes, se fusionan poseyéndose.
Llegado ese momento, no padecen, resbalan hasta el núcleo de la tierra tránsformandose en hierro y algo más.
Ellas son yo , yo soy ellas.