sorondo

In one of our first conversations, Juliana Sorondo remarked that the works gathered in this exhibition—despite their formal and material diversity—seemed to conjure a shared idea: the body as a habitable space, formally delimited, a repository of individual memory, and ultimately something that can be loved, hated, or transformed by us, its legitimate inhabitants. Indeed, many of the reflections offered by the four artists in this show about their own practice align, to greater or lesser degrees, with this perspective. However, convinced that my role here should be neither neutral nor passive, I will take the liberty of questioning both the idea and the preliminary title of this exhibition—To Inhabit the Body—of adding a mark of doubt to its phrasing and turning the certainty of its statement into a question. I will thus abandon the usual caution of a wall text in favor of a far more meddlesome stance. To inhabit the body? To what extent is the notion of dwelling an adequate approach today, a misleading figure, or an inevitable experience of corporeality?

A fragment of the text by Belén Zahera.