Things can also be understood without having words for them. Words are like vehicles transporting knowledge, not the knowledge itself.
Veronica Perez Karleson Posts
My favourite metaphor is the stew. With age I am learning that fewer ingredients of better quality are the best base. And that the art is in the method.
I am convinced that everything in nature, and in life, is complementary. We can’t just inhale or exhale, we have to do both, and in order.
When art is good and it reaches us, we understand it with that bit of ourselves that understands that which can’t be explained.
Nothing is possible until it is. Einstein said that to prove something new, first one had to be able to imagine that it was possible.
The feminist gooseneck barnacles are characters that I use to illustrate situations or thoughts related to the texts in my blog.
Video. HD 49″. 2015
Economics is a video about the damaging effect that manipulating economic theories can have on society. The words are displaced and end up macabre.
Video. HD 1′ 10″. 2015
Motherhood can be so strange and natural. In this video I sing a lullaby to my daughter that my mother and my grandmother used to sing.
Video. HD 1′ 13″. 2015
Sometimes we choke on our own conformism and decide that we are not going to contribute to the disaster any longer.
Sometimes the void of ignorance is better filled by the imagination than by knowledge.
Video. HD 1′ 33″. 2013
Game rules: you are an infant formula milk manufacturer. Breast milk decreases your profit. You must stop the babies from reaching the breast.
Art exhibition – 3rd March – 3rd April 2014 – Bristol, UK. A representative survey of work produced by the group over six years.
Art hides a truth that it can’t show, because it would betray its etimology, but that has to be there, because if it isn’t, it wouldn’t be art.
Klee, who suffered the consequences of crisis, wars and nazi madness, kept being able to create subtlety.
Without children there is no humanity. To say that something as important as the destiny of humanity is incompatible with art is absurd.
Even if it might seem trivial, colours matter. I am convinced that a more joyful palette would contribute towards taking us out of the crisis.
While we waited for the tea we marvelled at the fact that time passes so slowly when the space is irritating.
When I discover an artist that did decades ago what in my mind is barely the sketch of a possibility I suffer a kind of artistic-existential short circuit.