What triggered this piece were the mice. We had a big influx of field mice that summer, in the house and in the studio. They were everywhere and impossible to get rid of. They were so plentiful even the cat was getting bored with them.
As our internal conflicts are escalating at home, with the left and the right bending their own twigs on endless frictions, and pushing their ideologies as if to see how far they can go before the twig breaks and or bends and springs back, whipping their own faces, wars and violence continue to intensify abroad.
Is the meaningful substance of an artwork its aesthetic qualities or the circumstances surrounding its creation? Both aspects are always valid and at play, especially in painting, where one is dealing with a picture and an art object at once.
Con con/Kon kon was an ancient ritual site, connecting visually the Aconcagua, the tallest mountain in the Western Hemisphere, to the sea. It was a fishing town for millennia, a site where Sonido Rajado, Torn Sound flourished: a complex dance of flutists who play in opposing (entangled) pairs for their sound to clash, creating harmonics created by sound itself. A dissonance where all sounds become one, healing people and earth.