daniel guzmán - soup, cosmos & tears
"I never pass before a wooden fetish, before a golden Buddha or before a Mexican idol, without telling myself: maybe this is the true god"
A single certainty: it may be day or night, it may be cold or hot, cloudy or rainy, We are all going to die.
In this journey what matters most, then, is the way than its already known destination. Taking into account these universal parameters, each one of us tries to devote his or her time to what seduces them. With great thirst for knowledge, Daniel Guzman showed from early age a strong attachment to the supposed popular culture.
In the mid-eighties of the twentieth century, Guzman spent his Saturdays in the poplar tianguis to get music and literature. Beginning with listening to rock and reading science fiction, he gradually extended his territory so today, after more than fifty years of existence, he would have a broader and more precise view of the international underground culture.
The more we live, the more we know what we do not want and the closer we come to the true being we suspect we are harboring throughout our lives.
In a minimalist museographic device Guzman translates its essence in a refined way. If Charles Bukowski, William S. Burroughs, Guy Debord, Mike Kelley, Nirvana and Sonic Youth among several were and still are important inspirers for Guzman, it is not surprising to have an evocation of Tezcatlipoca, one of the Aztec gods close to the human being.
SOUP? Our terrestrial and human part, a mixture of flavors, words and music.
COSMOS? There we are, in Him.
TEARS? Unrepeatable moments.
March 22, 2016