Provisorio Permanente
Mentioned by
- Clarissa Grabowiecki
- Marcelo Gutman
- Patricio Larrambebere
- Paula Massarutti
- Esteban Pastorino
- Natalia Rizzo
Mentioned
- Sergio Lamanna
Biography
The group emerged at our house in Villa Crespo from meetings where we used to compose scenes with models and puppets. The idea was to make a movie, but we never got to do it. We made a giant table, of eight meters where we placed the scenes. We try to do a story, a script, but neither it appeared. The artifact was for three days on the table and occupying the entire workshop, it was disarm only to be taken to an exhibition or to another workshop, this time to a theater. We created the "black cube" with machines and dolls, lights and hidden manipulators. We thought of a continuous work in time. Montages of sporadic moments. Only some months later we achieved a stable space: the garage of a provisional. We installed the enormous model. We generated our pole in the city, and, weeks later the visits began. From a few at a time, or in groups of five or six, people were coming to see the creature that began spreading through the rooms. A year later came a character called "the dany" who was responsible of bringing people to the house and spread the myth of the website. In some of these walks we saw the agents of contemporary art galleries and then the invitations to exhibit came. By then we already had our name -Provisional Standing- (Provisorio Permanente). We brought something new, compact, with limits. An old story from Buenos Aires and its author H. Oesterheld appeared. Behind a curtain we showed a snowy field in the dark where the "eternauta" stalked the "hands". The house continued to operate and a year later we returned to the Benzacar Gallery. In the basement of the basement we showed "Someone calls". We missed the darkness, the lights of the room destroyed our atmosphere, so we decided to work from oddness and estrangement. Someone calls the room to take you out of there, an orange phone sounds to take you to our area. Meanwhile in a corner of our basement our starry shelter falls. We had taken our pole and crashed it into the gallery so lucky that it killed a witch who visited. Our man inside the appearance is surprised with the enlightening in front of his eyes.
He gives no credence to what he sees. Inside, mystical, outside, a murder.