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In the end we suddenly realise that we are alone with ourselves; and our filial affections, the love of our fellow man, our spiritual and carnal desires –perhaps all together, as the orgy that is the mind would find ideal– make up a human state of being that attempts to replace what is missing: what is suffocated in our solitude from the cradle to the grave. And the pain, that pain that comes with solitude, the solitude of the castaway, of the prisoner in the dungeon, of the Saint -disregarded in his present and canonised in his future-, of the common man and woman of today –also of the not so common, who view us from above as if we were ants that could be crushed or hung; all this pain turns us into maniacs for a martyrology that is perhaps ancestral and established in western culture to allow us to take pleasure from what gives us pain.
Martyrdom has many facets, most speak to us of a future attainable through certain sacrifices, a dream of a place and time that will never come. But when martyrdom becomes twisted it twists into the human island –we are like walking sacks with a little soul– in the most deathlike and untimely manner, leaving us homesick and alienated until we feel solitude as a nihilus phenomenum.

Al final caemos en cuenta que vamos solos con nosotros; y los amores filiales, al prójimo, los espirituales o los carnales –acaso todos unidos, como suena ideal en la orgía que es la mente– son un estado humano por intentar suplir los que nos falta: lo que se ahoga en nuestras soledades desde el nacer hasta el fallecer. Y el dolor, ese dolor que conlleva la soledad, la soledad del náufrago, la del preso en su mazmorra, la del Santo desoído en su presente y apostolizado en su futuro, la del hombre y la mujer comunes de hoy –también los no tan comunes que nos ven desde su altura cual si fuéramos hormigas aplastables o colgables; todo ese dolor, nos hace maníacos de un martirologio acaso ancestral e instituido por la cultura de occidente para hacernos gozar con lo que nos duele.
El martirio posee muchas facetas, las más nos hablan de un futuro alcanzable gracias a ciertos sacrificios, soñando un espacio y un tiempo que nunca llegan. Pero cuando el martirio se retuerce se torna en la isla humana –que todos las somos como sacos andantes con algo de ánima– del modo más agónico e intempestivo, más extrañador de relaciones y enajenante; hasta sentir como nihilus phenomenum la soledad.
Fragmento de " Dasein" texto Frency Fernandez

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Cayetano Ferrandez
cayettano Alicante Spain
Cayetano Ferrández in his video and photography work, to a certain extent appropriates the visual communication forms of advertising, he gives life to scenes that began from complete artificiality to, through dolls elevated to the status of interpretive models, develop micro-stories with characters that present an undertone of anguish that advertising will never use to stimulate our retinas.

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