Tomas Hirschhorn

Trouble travels fast when you're specially designed for crash testing.

Seems I am.

I though about Tomas Hirshchorn today while trying to figure out - again- what am I doing here, what the fuck am I doing here, like the guy of 'I (love) Huckabees.' So I like Jack Johnson. And walking. I hate lies and Dalí. I love my job. I've been to India three times and haven't found my zen, just half-naked kids with the sadness of a grown up in their eyes. I hate putting up with guys who gossip and gals who indulge in drama. I love dark chocolate and white roses. I admire philanthropy and my favourite causes are the Red Cross and Amnesty International. I love kids, specially talking to them. I am concerned about Mexico and the mediocrity that makes us take just the burnt toast, the leftovers of what we really deserve. I dislike foreigners that are rude to 'less educated' locals. My favourite building is Bellas Artes. Dadá Siegt! I am reading philosophy, and get kinda bored but learn a lot. I dream with a good calligrapher who is a bad lover, or with a good lover who doesn't give a damn for calligraphy. I dated a sailor for a wee bit, and he said about Avedon: 'Why do you buy a book with such ugly people portrayed?!'. But I almost marry a MENSA member who wouldn't get Avedon either, hence he wouldn't get me. I have been deeply in love and failed miserably, yet I am up to be that stupid again.

So Tomas Hirshhorn is like putting all of the above in walls. His 'installation' (does he call it that way?) are three rooms with the walls full of ideas, just like being inside of some one's brain. Then furniture is fixed to the walls and covered with tape. There are also very aggressive carton cylinders full with morbid pictures of war. I had to look away. Why putting that in the middle of his 'brain'? Touching, moving, real, yet frankly unbearable. I think he meant that we cannot have art without understanding beauty is a temporary impression and out there are cold-blooded murders as commonly as the rising of the sun.

The only corner I liked was this bunch of giant pills (or soap bars) reading 'you, you, you, you, you...' I though about obsession and how one might have a whole world built up and then somebody reaches every corner without us even being conscious to do something about it.

Let's see where I manage to crash again.