I look at the fountain and remember the waterfall that made me cry. The litmus trapped in its stagnant water has much to envy to that fleeting rainbow that splashed on my cheeks that day. And now I think that a movement that repeats itself infinitely is not at all the same as one that never ends. Neither a fountain is a waterfall, nor repetition is expansion, nor a circle is a spiral.
In the park there is also an old man who exercises his shoulder, stronger and stronger, in a recurrent movement, more and more homogeneous. A mechanical device guides him and he seems to be quite agreeable to it, following its orders. One side, the other, one direction, the other. An action as active as it is paralyzing, which I suppose allows him to avoid stopping to think that what he really wants to do is to run away.
I look away, a girl is jumping rope. Another turns the hoop on her hips without letting it touch the ground. In the background, a dog nervously reaching for its own tail. All submissive in some way to a movement they seem to enjoy. Then I remember a myth: the snake that in constant rotation consumes itself endlessly. Alluding in an ancestral way to an eternity defined by an eternal return and incessant repetition of cycles and patterns.
When I no longer know where to look or what to think about, I see my finger, almost involuntarily, scrolling upwards on my mobile screen, again and again. I collect endless information online, in a loop of which I didn’t see the beginning and can’t see the end now. An ever more finely tuned algorithm, which progressively increases my curiosity and reduces my desire more and more.
oh darling, please never stop the movement, so you will never get anywhere.
In this exhibition I reflect on the recidivist action, as well as the paradoxical passivity inherent to it: the loops in which you catch yourself, you catch yourself, I catch myself.
From the observation, interpretation and intervention of everyday objects and dynamics, the concept of “repetition” present in the medium is explored with absurdity and melancholy, using a transgenerational and interdisciplinary approach.
Various contemporary uroboros emerge: from the most trivial to the most substantial aspects of life experience; from the banality of a reel to the poetics of the legacy of back pain inherited generation after generation. The trap of the suggestive and hypnotic idea of infinity understood as the absence of beginnings and endings, characteristic of movement in a loop, is thus questioned.
if u never stop adding pages to the book, u will never have time to read it.
Through the contrast of elements and symbols, questions arise, which naively become opportunities for questioning and transforming these dynamics: To turn or to be turned? To pass over the same stone twice or not to do it at all?
How to stop running in circles if I have never passed in front of a corner?
SARA REYES “intenta imaginar una esquina si nunca viste una”
30th April – 14th June 2025
Juan Silió Gallery
C/ Sol 45, bajo. 39003 Santander.
Opening Hours: Tuesday – Saturday, 10:30AM – 1:30PM / 6 – 9PM