Carlos Garaicoa

Japanese Garden, Cuban Garden; installations.

I got into a discussion about the genesis of desire with one of my friends. It dealt with the fact of carrying "the world" along with you, or an image of "the world" engraved upon your body. "Sometimes desire and imagination", he told me, "become gag, an indelible torture that doesn’t allow us to see the scalpel or the rivulets of blood that begin to drip from our shoulders".