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Due to the global pandemic of the Coronavirus, one of the recommendations for shelter is to "stay home". In days of lockdown, art in general is a powerful weapon against evil and pain. Something must be done with all this so that it does not destroy us, with that noise of desperation due to confinement. To live when life is cruel, we humans wake up from meaningless pain by adorning it with the sanity of beauty. When the suffering of the thousands of deaths breaks our spine, art manages to turn that ugly panorama of the pandemic into something beautiful. We quench coals with our bare hands, and sometimes we get diamonds to appear.
To live we have to narrate ourselves, we are a producer of our imagination. Our memory is actually an invention, a story that we are rewriting every day, which means that our identity is also fictitious, it is based on memory. Without that imagination that reconstructs our past and gives meaning to the chaos of life, without creative existence in lockdown after the pandemic, it would be maddening and unbearable, pure sound and fury.
For Carmen Michelena, creativity is just that: an alchemical attempt to transmute suffering into questioning beauty. His photographic collage entitled Chaste quarantine in contemplation, May 2020, makes us aware that from those rooms where we are locked up, they are important elements and deserve to be addressed. In this case, it is not about rooms as a mere photographic background, but as an essential element to convey the sensation of a macabre shelter.
Let's scrutinize this photo-collage to discover about times of quarantine, and about ourselves. Not as an individual being but as a human group, where the invented characters are touched by the art of fiction, fable, legend, irony, the ghost of death, and black humor. They are part of their own confinement, or of the invention in times of pandemic, of the author's imagination or fears, beliefs or realisms; these rooms, views through the windows matter.
Nonagraph in Chaste quarantine in contemplation, reverence for the characters that populate the days in those great buildings called pent-houses in the nineteenth century, its masked inhabitants Due tthrough the windows, from the ceiling of the attic to the ground floor definitely in a splendid game of senses.
