What do I know | Alejandro Cerón

They used to look at the Moon, for pleasure and to orientate. But sometimes the Moon disappears behind the clouds.

I told my friend this exhibition was about love, and I told myself it was about the relational poetics of everything and nothing. I was struggling. After a short silence, my friend smiled at me and said, ‘Hey! If it is about love, it is about love; is that not enough?’

Considering my heritage and waste, I believe myself to be ruins living with and through ruins to care for. Sometimes there is nothing to fix and sometimes there is no fixing. For example, I do not know what is productive and I am learning to live with that. I am trying to leave space for the unknown and perhaps unknowable.

Another example is that to squeeze fruits that are grown somewhere else might be both convenient and profitable, but it is also unsustainable. Almost nothing can be enough, but sometimes I also want that extra cheese and bacon.

Sometimes relations are driven by emotions and intuitions beyond understanding, they are not always obvious or easy, but hey, we only make sense in relation.

I trust I can imagine myself with and through the difference. We share ourselves and move together, to one another — with an eye on reality and the other eye on fantasy.

Birds drinking from puddles are elusive to their own definition. They are more than what they can express.

We cannot contain the overflowing excess. Our practices come from love and struggle, but they also come from legalized abuse and wished corruption. We may as well be them.