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Sonido Pancho

Some time ago, a text by Buckminster Fuller caught my attention; it was about the organization of matter. Once, at his youth, he was on board of a boat, at the back of it, watching the drawn line of sea foam – the "path" that the boat left behind on the water– and asked himself: "How is it possible that the nature organizes itself in a so perfect and beautiful way just in a short time? In order to create such an infinite quantity of spheres, the nature calculates neither with formulae nor with "Pi", far from it, matter is simply organized by affection: by sympathy".

An experiment of primitive quantum, explained by one of my students, consists of taking seven seeds and throwing them back, then making a drawing of the pattern composed at random order while dropping, then winnowing them and in this way count how many times the procedure is repeated until you obtain again the first random drawing. Formally, I have reached an expansive principle as a chaotic organizing model, at which a tiny operation produces a random pattern, which finally must have an order, an organization, not necessarily comprehensive, at least for me.

An interesting manufacturing principle may happen by activating a material - organic or mineral, alive or inert– that any person could have at hand, such as a packet of beans, with a simple operation, piercing them in order to tie them together through a thread and finally create an object: a necklace. It is the simple presentation of the bean as a seed that reunites the infinite potential of a plant, of alimentation, as an attractive object, of an accumulation or a synthesis of energy, but it is also an evident sympathetic organization in and out of the pot, at the supermarket, in the countryside, in its case, in the stomach.

I like to confront a series of contexts related to the symbolic meaning of work: the idea of "work" not as a theme but as a fact, without rhetoric, as far as the inversion of human capital in activities apparently indolent is concerned, which appear useless, perverting the concept of efficiency, it goes in the opposite direction of the thinking of a person who works in the name of humanity or that one´s committed to service.

The harvest of material which results from conviviality –it’s evidence– becomes a work whose capital is registered not only in the renovation -recycling– of the materials that compose it: cans, bottles, cigarette butts and plastic glasses, but also on the alchemical transformation –symbolic– of collective experience into a sympathetic chaos which is rearranged in an ubiquitous quantum jump, wherever you can find smiles, hugs, dance and kisses. In it’s daring microtonality, variations in space and time depends on the kind of the macrocelebration: while we stroll on it, matter becomes sound.

Abraham Cruzvillegas


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Abraham Cruzvillegas