Headless
When you look closely at life and give yourself a moment to observe without any judgment or “filters,” your senses start collecting signs and information we usually miss, either because we live most of the time like automatons, imbued with work, school, personal issues, family, friends, emotional problems—you know what kind—bills, ¡taxes!—sweet Jesus—and, of course, the Internet and AI, among a bunch of other fantastic elements that make this “A Wonderful Life”—a-ha!
If you disconnect from all those variables, you will discover places, things, feelings, visions, sounds, even thoughts you didn’t know existed and were there.
In one of those mental spaces full of oxygen, I found in Coyoacán’s alleys a stencil with a profound meaning to me: the symbol of a men’s bathroom, that little guy that is semiotically linked to this eye, but with its head out of place in two representations, one upright, the other upside down. Beautifully framed by ivy leaves and a small tagger graffiti. You can see the images that motivated this note right here.
You may think, “We’ve already lost this fella!” but let me make an effort to convince you otherwise. Art is beyond any description and, paradoxically, admits almost any concept from anyone who has been exposed to it. You don’t need to visit a museum, a gallery, or an art fair to find out that art is not restricted to walls or assigned places, nor do you need to call yourself an artist to be one. Give these words I’m sharing with you some serious thought and leave them there, without further prejudice.
I invite you to experiment with this openness, if possible, this weekend. You don’t need to cross the whole city you live in or travel far. It can be the street where your home is, your backyard if you have one, the stairs of the building your apartment is in, the home of your friend, sweetheart, or family if you’re going to visit them, the place you’ll go to have a drink, or wherever you’ll have breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Just let Art find you.
Headless
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