Luis Carricaburu

2020•3m•

Luis Carricaburu executes the movement languidly but at the same time with emphasis, with generous patience, towards the camera, as if he feared that the negative would not be able to record it. The movement has been stripped of its perpetual combustion. Abstract gestures from their surroundings recombine to produce a language without content, ghosts of something that, elsewhere, is still alive at the same time.