{"id":487,"date":"2024-04-01T07:41:47","date_gmt":"2024-04-01T07:41:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/niramart.com\/revista-magazine\/who-is-miedho-2\/"},"modified":"2024-04-01T07:41:47","modified_gmt":"2024-04-01T07:41:47","slug":"who-is-miedho-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/niramart.com\/revista-magazine\/who-is-miedho\/","title":{"rendered":"Who is MIEDHO?"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Who is MIEDHO?<\/a><\/h1>\n<\/div>\n
Apr<\/span> 08<\/span>2013<\/span><\/div>\n<\/header>\n

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\u201cBooks are the only place in the house where one can be at peace\u201d Julio Cort\u00e1sar<\/i><\/p>\n

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por Oscar Cusano<\/b>, writer and critic<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\"\"Man has always reached towards quietness, the balance of tranquility, that is to say, the perception of harmony is understood as serene immobility.<\/p>\n

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For certain minds, this dilatation, this inner representation of stillness explains all its existential finalities, and the mere possibility of experiencing any small changes precipitates them into a dimension of absolute fear. Therefore, throughout our lives, we have always chosen to reject the unknown. Hence, maturity is translated in the collective unconscious as peace of the mental cemetery, masked by inactivity.<\/p>\n

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The problem is that life is \u201ca living thing\u201d, it is interactive and modifiable, whose unpredictable or provoked necessities are the result of profound and constant alterations of reality. They live within us, firstly overlapping the instincts, then even more hidden in the deepest pulsations that guide our most basic and essential behavior.<\/p>\n

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Don\u2019t look up the word \u201cpulsation\u201d in the dictionary (from the French \u201cpulsion\u201d, which comes from the Latin \u201cpulsio\u201d, \u201cpulsun\u201d, derived from the verb \u201cpulsare\u201d \u2013 to push, impel). It is only used in psychiatry, \u201cnormal folks don\u2019t use this kind of terms\u201d, which says a lot about the academic impugnment that tries to deny that pulsations motivate human behavior.<\/p>\n

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Fear is the confrontation between the apparent truth and the occultism of a powerful uncertainty that is not taken into consideration, which is denied thousands of times, disputed until exhaustion, or resisted until the boundaries of adequate reason.<\/p>\n

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Truth is of no interest to us given that it may endanger our apparent cultural entity, which offers us some sort of significance.<\/p>\n

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The question is: Is it out of fear or sheer laziness?<\/p>\n

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The answer I prefer comes out of my observations: we are a bunch of compulsive phonies and no learning would be enough in order to defeat our inability to know that certainty.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019m sorry for not being deceitful.<\/p>\n

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When I was reading the book about the work of the artist MIEDHO, written by the writers H\u00e9ctor Martinez Sanz and Diego Vadillo L\u00f3pez, and the photographer Bogdan Ater, (Niram Art Publishing House, 2013), I was able to dig deeper in the semantics of his artwork.<\/p>\n

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The book begins with a question that I found highly intriguing: How many stories are necessary to form a child? I\u2019m saying this because I could sense that behind an eye-catching visual shock heaping with despondent blackness and fulminate shades of red, behind an emphasized Gothic effect, behind a pair of lucid eyes, I grasped right away the other side that was sustaining the torch of wisdom, and which topped my expectations with the following paradox: given that he himself is the fruit of a lineage that grew up as the generation of the image, the artist is able to put a halt to his own steps, to notice the noticed, just like Foucault, to strip the language that guides the eye look, like Gestalt, to uncover the blind face of communication and the mercantilism of morality, like Goffman. He is able to direct the mirage of technology and the present-day syndrome of eroto-mania, to distance himself from fixed points in order to find grammatical sensorial perspectives in the \u201cglobal village\u201d, like Marshall McLuhan, to re-encounter his own ghost, Eidolon, where the departed one has lost his identity and wanders in the form of a consumed image like Ulysses in the Odyssey.<\/p>\n

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MIEDHO states: \u201cI\u2019m here to question it all\u201d<\/p>\n

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And I answer him: \u201cWelcome to the world of the living dead by laziness\u201d.<\/p>\n

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