(Creation Residence )L'animal a l'esquena (Celrà) From 27/12/2017 to 05/01/2018 Nuria Iglesias Hold tight: terreposomoto. A cry in the woods. Now it kill him. Everything burstes. There is a heart is leaves for going to inside. He was a good person. Let it go. The horses, who know of the step that will come, escape, and then, feeling the scattering in the gills contagious from the insistent song of the crickets, the images begin to come. The images had already come, but I did not remember and I remembered! Neon lights on the head, choreography of morbid worms: 'You have a terrible fear, girl!'. And I started to run and my legs became strong and I got some amazing wings and I got lost, but, really, I was hanging in a dawn sky and I just had to wake up from the numbness of that hemlock that was born thanks to the pressure that the paw of a deer propelling itself towards the jump told the seed to sink it in the undergrowth of a beech tree on a summer evening.
Suddenly, I would have woken up if I could have explained it under the oak. At one time, the glass chickpeas came and the mirror reflected the white. To blows, I buried it, but the tail came out among the herbs. I knew because I ended up under that stairway when I made the mint mew. Do not understand anything, just leave the skin dead, as when the snakes change. 'Ghost Riders in the Sky' is not a song, it's a root heartbeat and something small I do not know how to handle and it starts to blink and it has a rhythm and I leave and I see myself in one that comes from thousands, millions of generations.
COR is born of a death or what is left of it. Piròmana d’Argos began this multidisciplinary artistic research work on grief in 2015. Throughout 2017, and after a second stage of research based on the art of action, it collects a series of metaphorical images with the desire to enrich them for generating what will be her first stage piece.