LINES
Life, huge tannery in which our bodies-book model.
The grooves, words that bring us closer to the missing elements:
leather, earth, stone, ember, storm.
A white cloth washed in the river will protect from moisture.
The skin is earth, water, fire and forest.
is smooth ocher that explodes in color, fresh sweat soaked clothes, blood is life and death that fertilizes the womb and the hope of joy.
When you walk your body resonates as a huge Om.
diagonal strokes do not cover the rolling plains after childbirth.
Life resigns and goes on a balance of pale clay textures that have not yet put out the fire.
The meat itself begets children also tilled the land and feeds.
In the holy water to wash our clothes stained with the seed reaches the river in a flurry of kisses dusty pebbles. Side by side
move in a circle showing the marks that remind us of the fate to which we are attached. The rings decorated
still rings.
oozing skin ink. The ink talks.
Life, huge tannery in which our bodies-book model.
The grooves, words that bring us closer to the missing elements:
leather, earth, stone, ember, storm.
A white cloth washed in the river will protect from moisture.
The skin is earth, water, fire and forest.
is smooth ocher that explodes in color, fresh sweat soaked clothes, blood is life and death that fertilizes the womb and the hope of joy.
When you walk your body resonates as a huge Om.
diagonal strokes do not cover the rolling plains after childbirth.
Life resigns and goes on a balance of pale clay textures that have not yet put out the fire.
The meat itself begets children also tilled the land and feeds.
In the holy water to wash our clothes stained with the seed reaches the river in a flurry of kisses dusty pebbles. Side by side
move in a circle showing the marks that remind us of the fate to which we are attached. The rings decorated
still rings.
oozing skin ink. The ink talks.
And he says, forever. BATH
Help me to deny me the smell of turmeric, the smell of sweat, the smell of work, the smell of smoke, the smell of peanut oil, the smell of blood, the smell of cilantro, the smell of cloves, the smell of stagnant water, the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg.
And I'm putting off the scent of sandalwood, the smell of incense, the smell of urine, the smell of fermented milk, the smell of mango and orange, the smell of old fish, the smell of wood and pepper, the smell of patchouli, sunshine and orange. You and I
skin smell fresh to us, with no trace outside the water rising from the skin into the clouds.
And before returning to permeate the new smells, with our new skin, we see turmeric, sweat, work, smoke, peanut, blood, coriander, nutmeg, cinnamon, sandalwood, incense, urine, fermented milk, mango, orange, fish, timber, pepper, patchouli, and orange sun in the current mixed downstream.
and perfuming the sun. DIGNITY
With our arms extracted from the womb of the ancient earth metals yesterday we connected with the universe and are offered to others to adorn their greed and vanity. Well, we will continue being worth
plastic as the cosmic oracle.
At right angles, cloth and shelter to arm bracelets branch whose concentric rings expand from the center of creation until this very second. And past. It.
The color of the saris are rising in the wind like a whirlwind of butterflies that migrate before the monsoon prevailing in a sea of \u200b\u200bjeans and white kurtas.
captives steps scratch the ground and marked with the footprints of a wandering for centuries.
And the illusion of light walk by the custom of wearing shackles. Smiles
silver concentric south of the body.
gods protect us from ourselves by honoring them at the humble altar of our hearts.
The certainty of knowing one from the fervor of the crowd and look forward to the hustle and suspicion.
Sola, decorated with fabrics that are canvases.
Sola, bound by chains that are gems.
Sola, tilled by the plow of the day.
Help me to deny me the smell of turmeric, the smell of sweat, the smell of work, the smell of smoke, the smell of peanut oil, the smell of blood, the smell of cilantro, the smell of cloves, the smell of stagnant water, the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg.
And I'm putting off the scent of sandalwood, the smell of incense, the smell of urine, the smell of fermented milk, the smell of mango and orange, the smell of old fish, the smell of wood and pepper, the smell of patchouli, sunshine and orange. You and I
skin smell fresh to us, with no trace outside the water rising from the skin into the clouds.
And before returning to permeate the new smells, with our new skin, we see turmeric, sweat, work, smoke, peanut, blood, coriander, nutmeg, cinnamon, sandalwood, incense, urine, fermented milk, mango, orange, fish, timber, pepper, patchouli, and orange sun in the current mixed downstream.
and perfuming the sun. DIGNITY
With our arms extracted from the womb of the ancient earth metals yesterday we connected with the universe and are offered to others to adorn their greed and vanity. Well, we will continue being worth
plastic as the cosmic oracle.
At right angles, cloth and shelter to arm bracelets branch whose concentric rings expand from the center of creation until this very second. And past. It.
The color of the saris are rising in the wind like a whirlwind of butterflies that migrate before the monsoon prevailing in a sea of \u200b\u200bjeans and white kurtas.
captives steps scratch the ground and marked with the footprints of a wandering for centuries.
And the illusion of light walk by the custom of wearing shackles. Smiles
silver concentric south of the body.
gods protect us from ourselves by honoring them at the humble altar of our hearts.
The certainty of knowing one from the fervor of the crowd and look forward to the hustle and suspicion.
Sola, decorated with fabrics that are canvases.
Sola, bound by chains that are gems.
Sola, tilled by the plow of the day.
These texts were prepared to accompany the series of photographs of Benjamin Larrea Lines, Bathroom, decorated in the activity "Sensible River" at the Museum Würth La Rioja on 12 February 2011.
Image: detail of a painting by Chris Mellor Hindu
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