Art according to yahoraque.yahoraque was born the day before yesterday and she will die on january the
31st, at 4pm. you are invited to witness her baptism, confirmation and funeral.
Before that, it is necessary to clarify the concept.
we declare:
yahoraque is the most flexible question of ‘em all. if she would be an element,
air. if she would be a plant, bamboo. you can ask yourself that yahoraque
99 times each day in order to create a bridge between you and the present
moment. in fact, yahoraque is the only question that really matters. she
keeps you going, unless you are dead. she erase “why who what when where”.
most importantly, she stimulates the good taste to never ever ask the
question“how much does it cost?”. yahoraque will not dress up reality, for she
likes nude.
we declare:
yahoraque never apologize and never yawn.
being every single aritistic creation an object, it needs space. space to be
worked, manicured, exposed to voyeurism or to pure simple admiration. This
is a fact. We declare it while we dance: art needs space and yahoraque has it
for two weeks. consequentially, yahoraque ran out of excuses that justify the
non-creation. yahoraque does not want to know the meaning of the word
procrastination. what we have just said is the definition of a concept that is
true just like a cement colunm.
Nevertheless, being the precedent concept true, according to the greek principle
known as “antinomy”, it should be true the other way around too. We believe
in greek philosophy when it makes our lives easier, and without quitting
the dancefloor we say: art does not need a space. We do not care any longer,
not a problem for two weeks. we have decided not to worry any longer about
time space and expenses. how? we ask ourselves yahoraque? and we move
to the next step. We prefer, yes we rather decide to fall in love indeed. With
shining asphalt, with blank walls, with smokey chimneys, with the mother.
with all.
yahoraque believes in art just like mosquitos believe in the light of street
lamps. we keep hitting art. soon or later we will reach the other side. In the
meanwhile, we console ouselves baking diamonds. nevertheless, yahoraque
believe that it is necessary to get rid of one’s creatons just like we do with the
feet’s nails, and we can’t wait to burn up everything we produce.
yahoraque will not sell her own skin for big money. to be honest, she will not
sell it at all.
Angelo Scimia