bicycle, candelabra, candles, 2009.
The dim light of candles trembled. It could be the opening words of some romantic poetry or romance rose. What has this to do with the work of Orozco. None. Already dim because the adjective is something too far from the poetry of an Orozco trying to seduce with the things your eyes and take to record the intensity of a reality that is anything but a simple image. This bike silver and cold as a stone, with its lighted candles there is just as good as the idea of \u200b\u200btravel postmonumento intimate immensity. There, parked in an art gallery and not on the edge of a road, this bicycle sculpture / object is like a chandelier. The light illuminates a sense of sluggishness and laziness almost pungent, like an innocent decadence that we used against our will. It 's a light that will not save us.
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