A DIOS, CERDO/A/E !
23.12.25
This looks like a shower.
That looks like a confessional.
But there is no priest
and no water enough
to cleanse what is being abandoned.
Strip the narrative.
Not the body:
the discourse that protects you.
Speak if you want.
Water does not listen.
Water erases.
When the water falls,
do not think of purity.
Think of loss.
Because at the back of this structure
there is a guillotine.
Not for your neck.
For your name.
For the guilt you learned to call identity.
The guillotine does not ask.
Does not negotiate.
Does not redeem.
It cuts clean.
Separates what enters
from what leaves.
If you cross,
there is no way back.
Here, nothing is absolved.
Here, something ends.
Leave without witnesses.
Leave without a moral head.
Leave wet
and without explanation.
There is no forgiveness.
There is no return.
📍Precious Bodgar Gallery: Avda cerro de los Angeles 34
📝Copy curated by IA
📷DP @iriana_low
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