Escenas de cine mudo

Landscape has been supplanted by a transit of images. Stations, airports, screens themselves, whether cathode-ray or digital, are incapable of hosting human beings except for those moments when we become travellers. They have no memory and spread amnesia among their users as a remedy for their own tacky idiosyncrasy. Well, Carlos Suárez, tired of a Sunday-afternoon aesthetic, has set off on his own journey in search of the landscape that has been stolen from him, as from all of us. And this is simply the story of that search and that journey.

The wax sheets melt in the heat and their weak structure breaks easily. The whole work rests on the perishable and refers to that changing, inhospitable landscape that is constantly shifted beneath our feet. Perpetual is an adjective banished from our current vocabulary, although never before have we lived with such an entomological, collecting zeal; never has a culture been so fetishistic, so eager for eternity. Yet the materials used by Carlos Suárez give off the scent of “vanitas”, the brevity and transience of our condition.

— Jaime Luis Martín. Extracto del texto del catálogo de la exposición “Escenas de cine mudo”, Cajastur, 2002