The installation is activated through performance and includes an aluminum container, a traffic mirror, constructed spaces, a water tank, a pool ladder, shopping carts, and soda bottles.

Container is a breeding place of digestive and reproductive processes, palace of intestinal fortitude, impenetrable system that only exists as a reflection, not any reflection, but a convex surveillance speculum, by its attributes mapping nests and intersections; who takes care of me from those who take care of me? inseparable fragmentation.

A room with a climbing ladder for a plunge bath, to break out the agreement, an exit for a swimmer or a deep diver from the depths of the water elemental, unattainable and maybe uninteresting for the impersonator of an embryo, that carries that potential by their skills. A womb of water and plastic, breathing through the snorkeling tubulation, we can still remotely listen and advert through the glass reflection their movements, seeking what bounds their lush habitat.

Flushing cistern casting pipelines, so that we can map out the connection in the lodges, and again discharge the fluids of this compound, they symptomatically reappear as new signs in the next room as symbols. Sordid plastic bottles, blazing yellow, unclear whose secretion it is, they read compulsively collected for a contingent situation, gas station beauty study, emanating from the outside an automobilist odor.

Permanently drenched by the flow of yellowish gunk plate in the top of what would be one's head, downpours and replenishes the shower, draining and exhausting the elixir of what has been lavish of celiac metabolism and fecundation in these nests, an uncanny compound of what inevitably familiar and attach us to life, which is made of the same material of neglection and repulsion for this sentience prison, expulsing us to an old silver Peugeot 206, slayed in the middle to reinitiate the iteration.

Text by Paula Pedraza