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Mariana Couto Miranda

Art educator

Text for the exhibition "About micropositions of things"

Juiz de Fora, 2019

Mariana Couto Miranda

Art educator

Text for the exhibition "About micropositions of things"

Juiz de Fora, 2019

From the poetry of things: projectile

Work carried out in conjunction with a group of students from Colégio Normal de Juiz de Fora from the workshop place of memory and art.
Exercise of observing an image that is on the run. Activate memory and pay attention to the "thing" character of everything around us. Being a thing is perhaps due to the relationship between the spacing of our existences linked to the notions of certain temporalities. This projectile fugacity feeds what is to come, but for sure, we hardly materialize what it is about.
From a reading of the concept of dwelling and building proposed by Martin Heidegger, actions were developed — together with a group of students from the Normal School of Juiz de Fora — having as operation the idea of space and its intertwining with the action of space; thus allowing a freedom of experiences anchored by our memories. Perhaps this dialectical form, which brings us a symptom, is the wreckage. When a dish is broken, it turns into shards. A shard after being re-shredded creates other smaller shards, which will derive other microshards, and so on. In this current potential for reaction, the collision of surfaces with the body and the other pieces we feed produce a place. To which this is established I cannot say. but they are tracks. A series of tracks is what produces a path. Just as making a trail requires a shard, the rest is almost never the difference.

There was no clock to wake up, or even a simple rooster to announce, as a foreshadowing, that a spark of red or even orange spreads across the sky on the horizon of that place. Zeca had left us.
I met her passing through the chapel—resting on her swollen legs; with a bag of something she stuck to, which she said made very good tea for the joints. He picked up his bag, looked into the chapel, and said, “Do you know why the deceased is never buried on his back, my thread? When we see someone face down, we see ourselves and we see ourselves in the center of the spine... And that is why Miltinho, when people are buried, they are not placed face down”.
I started to connect the dots. At night a rooster crowed.

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