Publicado en Extraordinart. 29 de julio de 2014
The City is the place that takes your life away; it slowly steals something from you and you don’t know what is it, exactly, but you know it’s a different feeling compared to – say – when you live in a place where nature is present and generous and overwhelming and you are cuddled between green, motherly arms. The City is a place for the fucked up souls or, to be more precise, where your soul is swallowed into the gutters and you move around as an orphan of yourself. Well, this is the starting picture, at least when you are stuck in a City and you ask yourself what am I doing here, for God’s sake? Shouldn’t I move somewhere else, where elsewhere is some places other than a crammed ensemble of concrete and pipelines and gases and cars and screaming windows and blind, soulless people? The work of Pedro Rodriguez Garrido (PRG) arrives as a prophetic answer: no, man!
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