The Room of My Negativity as a possible healing. Purge in the social body, maybe in its slang. Imagine a space where a terrible dictionary appears, the most terrible of all.
A dictionary of attitudes, vices, illnesses of the system, illnesses of politics, illnesses of the human being. We know that things exist even without being named, but in doing so (naming), the principle of their reality is a lot more present and complex. How could we go beyond them? How could we avoid their encounter, if it could become a strange thing; if it could turn into violence without solution. A sabotage to our safety and our confidence. I don’t know.
The Room of My Positivity or the Law of Antonyms. Fraternity. Innocence. Kindness. Future. Consciousness. Beauty. Equality. Justice. Austerity. Decency. Honesty. Faith. Democracy. Future. Tolerance. Confidence. Culture. Freedom. Humanity. Resistance. Trust. Love. Security. Friendship. Dedication. Courage. Heroism. Truth Legality. Patience. Loyalty. Plurality. Prosperity. Harmony. Decency. Cooperation. Virtue. Condescension. Pity. Happiness. Development… etc, etc, etc…
One or the other (negative or positive), are occasionally the same. Artworks are just the trials and tribulations of our conscience and our sensitivity. It’s like the burgeoning INFAMOUS claiming for their vindication.