Rescatando joyas guardadas del ‘09, presentamos "There are false problems more than there a are false solutions for true problems or the first time is already the second time or being must have a fundamental lapse of memory." Exposición que presentó Proyectos Monclova en colaboración con Nrmal y El Narval el pasado 9 de Septiembre en La Galería en el Taller Mecánico. La exposición contó con el performance del Colectivo El Resplandor, proporcionando la cantidad necesaria de ruido, misticismo y mezcal para hacer de todo una experiencia formidable que fue directo a los libros de Nrmal.

Artistas:
Alejandro Almanza, Marcos Castro, José León Cerrillo, Aldo Chaparro, Emilio Chapela, Napoleón Habeica, Adriana Lara, Mario López Landa, Jorge, Méndez Blake, Moris (Israel Meza Moreno), Omar Rodríguez-Graham, Colectivo El Resplandor, Marco Rountree, Eduardo Sarabia, Tony Solis.

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Alejandro Almanza, Marcos Castro, José León Cerrillo, Aldo Chaparro, Emilio Chapela, Napoleón Habeica, Adriana Lara, Mario López Landa, Jorge, Méndez Blake, Moris (Israel Meza Moreno), Omar Rodríguez-Graham, Colectivo El Resplandor, Marco Rountree, Eduardo Sarabia, Tony Solis

Inauguración, Viernes 4 de Septiembre 2009 - 19:00 hrs
"La Galería en el Taller Mecánico"
Plutarco Elías Calles #419 col. Tampiquito, San Pedro. Ver mapa aquí.

There was a crazy man sitting underneath a shadow, he spoke to himself and had a dirty beard and filthy long hair. He also had a skinny street dog, no breed, with spots. The man wore a red pin on his dirty brown shirt that stood out, it said: "Party with me, I' m drug free". I remembered that my cousin Rosa had that pin when we went to Mazatlán, it was attached to her purse. The man was biting a straw and spoke out but only the dog paid attention to him. I was sitting in front of him on the other side of the sidewalk, waiting for a girl to come out of a computer shop, we were, I could say, going through one of those wild moments that all, or almost all of us have had. A cousin of mine was staying in my place, I preferred to leave him alone, give him some space. Once, I lent him my pick-up and he left a tape inside the stereo, Side A: Pantera, Side B: Backstreet Boys. He barely talked to us, the day he arrived he heard that one of my sisters spoke German and asked her to translate Rammstein lyrics into Spanish, but after that he only said, good afternoon and good night.