My memory’s:

I still remembering when I was a kid and I use to play with the typewriter of my grandmother, with or without paper on it, I typed in a rhythmical pace amazing my mind, looking in all the intricate mechanical part that with one single touch, were enough to make hundreds of part, moving all together in a magical and synchronizing dance.

The emotional and historical elements of this machines that at one point of our human history, were of a very important function as the tool in which people use to leave, work, write, expose, all the feelings of many kind of creative art work. This machines that now became useless, since the arrival of the home computers, are found today, abandon in the street, dumpsites, thrift stores, etc.

The proposal:

After many year of collecting them, (I have twenty typewriters, different kinds, and in all conditions) and thinking in so many ways how to include then in my body of work, I realize, that the “machine it self” is a precious archeological tool, at the same time, a very contemporaneous element, that reveal much about the value of what is thrown away by today society.

Presenting the twenty typewriters in their raw conditions, placing then in a minimal, linear and repetitive sequence, mixing the most preserved one and the most destroyed, living for the viewers their free associations.

Also, with this installation, I am presenting a videotape, that contain close up footage of the interior parts of the typewriters ,which can be seem as the cerebral and psychological magic of the object it self , bringing an abstract collage of images to resemble a forgotten inner world, almost chaotic, as visually beautiful.