9 feb 2012

The manufacture of the sky of Marc Sala



A luminous morning of Barcelona, as luminous as the Mediterranean mornings usually are, Marc Sala received a rectangular box, at his taller in Carrers dels Provençals street.
The box had clay, and the clay was given to Marc Sala, because Marc Sala had the vision of the sky

so Marc Sala manufactured the sky according to his soule

to be faithful to the vision, his new sky should be denaturalized: the velocity of the sky was altered
magenta at dawn
intensely yellow in the afternoons
white in the evenings
television blue in the euronights.

Marc Sala hadn't a color TV in 1973 at his workshop
it was in black & black.
The remote control was not wireless
the video cassette recorder was German. Betamax.

The morning when Marc Sala manufactured the sky, all the ice covered Barcelona

the radio lost its mind, an official communique announced that it was a satanic miracle
Francisco Franco and Salvador Dalí still were alive in the world.

Marc Sala knew that all this happened because of his invention, that new mechanical sky, half clay, half glass

the protocolar law of the interesting people used to say that the things should not last
the unwritten law of the art said that everything should be destroyed

in my opinion it's stupid, but Marc Sala still was tied to that modern idea of the constant destruction
modern idea that is old now, and: what's older than the old modern things?

Like a magnetophonic Torquemada, Marc Sala burned his sky, then
destroyed it
his navel was hardened, like stone.

The little sky of Marc Sala was in ignition for some hours, flying with circular movements into his workshop, like an UFO in flames

the ice started disappearing from the city, gradually toward the sea, like a comic

right before the twilight, the Sagrada Família of Gaudí threw its gothic and curvilinear towers at the ozone layer






Then
the arrow of Paris and 4 antropophagus angels announced that all the fictions and fantasmagorias returned
to its night streets.







"It's very hard to be moved by something that oneself created", Marc Sala said, one day.









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