Isaac Cordal Apr 7, 2011 2:23:56 GMT -8
Post by svenman on Apr 7, 2011 2:23:56 GMT -8
Isaac Cordal has been making some pretty interesting work installed in the streets for a few years now.
this pdf explains a little aabout his 'cement eclipses' interventions, and is well worth a read.
as is this document on issuu...
Cement eclypsesthe human being becomes part of the urban furniture.
Project in progress since 2006.
The use of the cement in the construction field has become a track that betrays us against the nature. In Spain 54.2 million tons of cement were demanded in 2007. The construction boom, hugely devastated the seaboard as well as the interior of the country converting to the ground in a kind of board game, where many businessmen speculated on the value of the land. It is curious the parallelism that exists among the destructive capacity of the termites devouring cellulose and our activity that destroy the nature in order to expand our cities. The nests of the termites can possess enormous dimensions, of various meters of height and several tons of weight. Our pheromone has handled as construction material cement.
These tiny figures of cement are the representation of a species of metamorphosis in which the human Being abandons his role as a citizen to be adhered to the city in which becomes part of the urban furniture and in this way confirms its voluntary isolation from nature mimic with the sidewalks, the streets, the walls, etc.
This work has been in progress since 2006 under the title “Cement eclipses” in which present us with figures of small dimensions made with cement and semidetached by an adhesive material to any surface. The duration of the figure detached to the surface, it just depends on its own luck in the urban jungle. Usually, by the next day there is just two or three out there left. This can be compared to the graffiti that can be found in the same space, and also shares the same fate of being erased, painted over, and so on. Perhaps the next place that this particular work can be discovered is on the shelf of the person who found them or the figures’ fate would finally be to be converted in part of the urban rubbles.