Maliyel Beverido
We are all a piece of the origin, born of a cut in the reef and then we leave, deserting the threshold without being able to actually surrender fully to it.
The metlapil is literally the son of the metate, the stem of the rock, an outbreak of the bone of the Earth, reserved for everyday and ancestral tasks. And the metlapil also wants to transcend its destiny.
Between the metlapil and the metate grain is ground, the seed breaks, meals and sauces are prepared, that is, the basis of livelihood and its additions. The two arms of a woman pushing vigorously and persistently are needed to fulfill its task on the sturdy bedrock.
Scepter of the female realm, the metlapil represents the sovereignty of humility. The horizontal crosier whose authority is subordinate to its owner, who leaves it to sleep or handles it as needed. At one time it was one of the most precious belongings from the house, it was a part of the dowry, breaking it suggested a grievance.
Cetro del reino femenino, el metlapil representa la soberanía de la humildad. El báculo horizontal cuya autoridad se subordina a su dueña, que lo deja en reposo o lo maneja según lo necesite. En otros tiempos era uno de los enseres más preciados de la casa, formaba parte de la dote matrimonial, romperlo sugería un agravio.
Gloria Carrasco know of its function and form, and also knows how to take it to other perceptions.
In this exhibition she addresses the metlapil and mimics the safety of the rock with the fragility of the mud, keeping its essential silhouette as support for different recreational interpretations. The metlapil escapes in this way its original use and is coated, undressed and cross dressed to express new uses and meanings.
En l escapa así a su uso original y se reviste, se desviste y se trasviste para expresar usos y significados nuevos.
In this task of redefinition, Gloria Carrasco uses humor, criticism, pity, affection, confusion, spontaneity, nostalgia, sorrow ... never naive, always frank, her proposal takes our eyes off the surface of the object to its immaterial sense.
The known forms translate into forms that generate disconcerting emotions. The object is groomed, wounded, imprisoned, bristled, deposed, carved, wrapped… it forms sets or is left alone, puzzled or amused by its own image.
Flat Stone fugitives are the metlapilis, at the same time prodigal and renegade sons, that invite us here to reflect about the oscillating dilemma of changing and keep on being.