SKULLS
Skulls inevitably make us think of memento mori, and immediately lead us to reconsider the classic subject of death.
However in this day and age, in a world plagued by wars of greater or lesser intensity, by terrorism and mass killings; where one is exposed to the menacing culture of gratuitous violence that Haneke depicted in Funny Games, skulls would seem to represent, rather, a particular version of the contemporary psyche.
They are vast containers, lled to bursting, that we are always transporting with us to every harbor, in which we pile all the garbage that we’ve managed to accumulate over a lifetime. They are sad and banal images of an overdose of information, but at the same time they are very funny, and everything is crowded together without rhyme or reason. Each one of us carries our own skull; some are no more than senseless accumulations of chosen or random things; some are intellectual, while others are emotional, egocentric X-rays; still others are open and generous; all are self-portraits.
—Kevin Power, [AÑO?]
Calaveras, 2009—2013
