CCRRR

 Sophie Gogl, Maximiliano León and Gianna Virginia Prein 
OCT 14 — DEZ 20, 2021

CCRRR focuses on onomatopoeia's playful and poetic aspects through the satirical situations portrayed in the ensemble of works. 

Hence, the works engage in whimsical narratives that unfold in the exhibition space, highlighted through the dislocation of everyday elements and characters.

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Scene 1: 

A white landscape after a heavy blizzard. Or maybe not so heavy…Ok, yeah, probably it was not as bad, as you can still see the drawing traces of a skier who clumsily went downhill, only to fly off his skis and crash into a mountain of snow. The two yellowish top tips of the dug skis come out from the white heap.

So, ok, let's just say the snow rises up to cover half of your leg. Hmm, but it depends on how tall you are. Oh well, let's just focus on that sensation. You got it? 

Snow so white that disturbs the sight. Like the glare of the sunlight magnified by its reflection on the mirror.  

You start walking on it; the screeching sound of those footsteps on that freshly white path, Ccrrr, Ccrrr, Ccrrr, or Crrrick, Crrack, Crrrick, Crrack. Or, how would you describe it? How to put it in words?

Scene 2:

There is a rumor around this area that a mythical bird overflies the forest, rejoicing in the sonorous riddles it produces and in the confusion they provoke in other beings. 

This mischievous creature is capable of imitating any sound, from the song of other neighboring birds to the croaking of toads or the buzzing tymbals of mating cicadas. Some say it can even reproduce the rumble of a strident chainsaw and the falling dust RRRRRRrrrrRRRrrRRRrrrr!

Scene 3: 

The most bizarre event happened this summer somewhere in Austria. Apparently, somewhere in Tyrol. A reptile enthusiast—a herper—who had some "exciting" specimens in his place couldn't satisfy the climate requests of his demanding "guests" because of the heatwave that hit the area. 

Desperate for shelter, the creatures found the perfect hiding place in the humid pipes—what a relief! But, alas, as they say, there are always two sides to the story, and so it was for some of the less fortunate neighbors of the herper as the new pipe tenants' played some mischiefs with the loo visitors. 

One or two got a bite—YUM! Another one received a greeting hiss. But the best was that one, who, when gently placing the bum on the seat, SLAP! received a cheek beat by a grumpy frog. 

Lorena Moreno Vera