Part of “No Tears Left to Cry” Group Show at Organ Vida Festival 
︎︎︎Museum of Contemporary Art, Zagreb

We are exhausted. We live with a general feeling of strangeness, weirdness and lack of control ofour lives. We feel wasted because we spin aimlessly. The Earth is rare.

Rare-earth, on the other hand, are those minerals from the periodic table that were discarded, orthat due to their strangeness, did not enter into regulatory classification systems. Since the 1950s,a global economic war has been brewing for the control of these minerals due to their greatmagnetic capacities and their essential use for the tech industry.
The problem here is the harmful extraction and delicate handling of these materials.We can find the most frightening case in Inner Mongolia, the Chinese region where the largestrare-earth mines in the world are located. The activity of the city of Baotou has even created ablack artificial lake, completely filled with toxic tech’s waste.

At the same time, the Earth has become rare. Flowers bloom at a random time and birds do not know where they are migrating. We could treat this change towards the bizarre as a Copernican turn, a destabilization of what we had understood as normal. The Earth has stopped turning, weare the ones who turn around it, scratching its edges, scanning its weaknesses, exhausting itssoul.

“Rarearth” deals with the complexities that exist between the excess of digitality and geology. Two dazed characters who wander around lost in a quarry of toxic mud. They are hanging some parallel stories, as a caress on the black mirror of our devices that transforms into a scratch on thecracked territory.