REMAIN SEATED

Photos: 1.15 mts x 86 cm
Prints 1m x 76 cm
2006 series.
These images are meant to be seen as a large photo mosaic, together.


For many years now, human beings have been traveling in the sky. We even take it for granted and draw the blind to this awesome floating scenario of continents made of steam and sunlight that Turner or Canaletto would die for and watch television on tiny screens as we calmly fly from one part of the globe to another, eating our tiny meals in our tiny plastic bags in their tiny plastic trays.
We draw the blinds and miss the sunset. The golden snakes of rivers with shiny waters, and the Andes and the Himalayas pass us by while we sip the lousiest coffee in our tiny plastic cups. We don’t notice how very few trees we have left. We take no notice that we have flown for hours over fields of monocultures and cows-hundreds of thousands of cows that have never seen a tree. We don’t take notice notice as we fly over the ocean or we fly over our food, our cities our roads. There is so little of the Earth that has not been invaded by us, hunted down, extinguished. We do know it. But we don’t: It is our useful usual landscape. It seems after a few hours neither beauty nor destruction seem to matter. Often flying over known landscapes I see the jungle is gone and endless housing projects rule. Sometimes I wonder if our oblivion is due to the lack of oxygen in the cabin or if the immobility makes our brains shrivel like a raisin, incapable of surprises. In spite of this over the years have managed to collect some window memoirs, like a mosaic of immobility while going through great movement.