LOVE BIRDS

Love Birds

One is alone at home. In a garden, one is not alone.

Coloured threads; black hair. Handicrafts; a bird in the hand. The feathers of mammals; hairs in the mouth. Giacometti’s “unpleasant” objects; Bourgeois’ “homes”. Housework; the art of taxidermy. Sharp wings; broken necks. Loose things; repeated things. Duras’ repetitions; Duras’ voids. Night-time ideas; duvet feathers. The word love; the word death. Warhol’s “very sad” colours; Hopper’s sad colours. Hotel wallpapered walls; the emptiness of hotel corridors. Duras’ waiting; Duras’ deliriums. Lynch’s interiors; Ruscha’s exteriors. The clarity of The Birds; the darkness of Psycho. The silhouette in the curtain; the shadow of a doubt. Steps in the corridor; death in the garden. Hairs on the razor blade; the knife in the curtain. The inner irrational in Psycho; the outer irrational in The Birds. Whole days in the branches; whole nights in the window. Birds in the head; the golden cage. Beaks in the glass; broken glass. Coloured wounds; black tears. The sadness of lovers; the violence of lovers. Open mouth; closed eyes. Magritte’s “pleasure”; the fingers of The Lacemaker. The shine of the scissors; the sewing needle.

Holes in Psycho; empty eyes in The Birds. Ernst’s “half-birds”; Oppenheim’s insects. Björk’s voice turned into a swan; Jay-Jay Johanson’s voice turned into Norman. Hand in mouth; eyes open. Black thread; cut hands. Striped curtains; white walls.

Ricardo Cotanda