Oscar Mateos

No go(l)d, no master, no borders

My father used to say that we leave as we arrive, alone. Then what really matters is the journey. The movement through the place and the moment. Everything seems to be linked to movement, to displacement. The still image seems to move only on the temporal plane, then it moves in our mind. Everything seems to want to move. People need movement.

The capitalist insists that capital has to move constantly, to accumulate capital. The state insists that capital must continue to accumulate. But people have to be subject to the limits defined by the state and capital. Even if this leads people to make that last journey that we make alone. Even if many people do it at the same time.

This is what my work is about. There are no complex philosophical concepts, neither in the text, nor in the image. There are only feelings left. They are provoked by the deaths of those who migrate and the objects that can be related to these movements.

We are a perpetual machine, we are a Foucault pendulum, we are movement on different planes. A back and forth. I don't know how we will leave, nor how we come. I know what we are not when we leave and when we come. We are not capital, nor objects covered with value. We are people. 

"In this society, it is preferable to be a fruit, or an object than a person, at least when it comes to travelling and crossing borders."