My suitcases!, where are my suitcases?

Year of creation 2003

Summary
A piece executed while
standing, blindfolded, and using language and phonetic work, which poses a number of questions regarding the wars we have unfortunately
been granted the opportunity to live through. Simple songs, basic dances, simple rhythms. The prisoner as tourist, or the tourist as prisoner..

Technical requirements:
two blindfolds .

Places where it has been performed

• Coslart 2003. XI Encuentro de arte experimental de Coslada. Abril 2003
• Rivas Vaciamadrid Mayo 2003
• Madrid (Sala CIB) Octubre 2003

 

In the Spring of 2003 our country went to war against a
country from the Middle East. Los Torreznos, as citizens
of our country, were irritated by the forms and manners
with which our president and his delegates went along
with these deeds which, on the other hand, seem to be
beyond our increasingly limited decision capacity. It is
easy to pull a face, fart, make an ugly gesture and speak
rubbish with the accent of those in power. We are not
interested in discerning whether this exercise is considered
artistic or not. In these remote-controlled situations,
halfway between deadly drama and the everyday dozing
off, springs out an urge to scratch graffiti on the walls, to
hop around and call imbeciles those we know that don´t
want to hear us.