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Spectacles, feasts, fireworks and flatulence


BIACS3. Peter Weibel
Curator and artistic director

BIACS of Seville Olé, the Tower of Gold
where the entrepreneurs Olé, are out to collect.
Popular Sevillanas (folksongs)

The fire cracker attacks the choking BIACS who spend as though they were
kings, sorry lady Francescas, with all that you steal from the people to
fill your vicious big bellies with pompous meals made with our grain.
Fragment from The picaresque Francesca

And so year after year, with the awful and tricky pretext of attracting
tourism and hypothetical and mortgaged investments, they pretend to put
Seville on the world map, as if she were to be discovered for the first
time, insulting her history and her continuous transformation into the
avant-garde of creativity, mimicking the beaten paths of all the cities
that pretend to be the only ones in the media world and using the word
“culture” to empower their speculative projects therefore falling with
them into a black hole that makes them invisible because of their
non-reflective and homogeneous proposals blended into a corrosive magma
where the individual wealth of each one disappears.
The “private” BIACS, managed by a troop of entrepreneurs, receive three
million euros of public money, in addition to the use of public
installations, and then wish to expand, without giving account and while
playing their commercial tricks, convert themselves into false patrons
that apply a whiplash with institutional acquiescence against the
cultural, social and technological networks created by citizens who are
committed to constructing the city.
The appropriation of public funds by the entrepreneurs of the BIACS who,
oblivious to the crisis, celebrate their atomic VIP parties between
fresh ones and Francescas Thyssen (who will impose upon us her latest
museum) in between the silly bits of the Teuton Weibel, who plays with
Seville and the culture of Al-Andalus like the soccer player who
finishes his career in Qatar where he goes to get what he does not get
paid in his own country. The culture, that culture that extends
throughout the social fiber, that culture that has been working in a
slow and prolonged way, that culture that connects itself with
international networks working together to fight against all the
madness, wiles, tricks and traps created by predatory capitalism, is
emptied and stifled through their plundering.

The tragic show “BIACS Three” brings to Seville an immoral proposal of a
series of de-contextualized technological gadgets that pretend to belong
to Second Life, this non-prestigious place in virtual space where ghosts
roam. In the hands of the cruel BIACS, Second Life is converted into a
costly and mummified “Devil´s Walk” that appears in front of
spectator-believers and non-believing artists, who are taken in by a
codified buffoonery that spins around the cultural events, some are seen
as consumer-tourist and others, with their boring monsters, fill empty
spaces at the stands of the fair.
Meanwhile, at the CAAC esplanade, surrounded by the” jet set”, the
in-baroness will jump amongst the shouts of entrepreneurs and the
distinguished persons who sing “Francesca with the tracatrá”, over
champagne and hors d’oeuvres prepared to eat the city. “¡Mal bocao la
lleve!” (Would that a bad bite take her away!).
It does not matter that there is organizational disaster, or that from
one day to the next Cordoba was removed from the list of the three
cities selected for the celebrations, or the nonsense of notifying an
important number of artists one month before the inauguration, or that
the web page for the technological event is in a state of informative chaos…
Year after year they spend money on fireworks, assaulting the public
budget and leaving behind an empty burned trail, except for a new order
that arises from a culture that is each time more superficial.
This is the perverse universe that they want to stage at the monastery,
La Cartuja of Seville, and in the palace, Carlos V of Granada.
Stamps of power for your “Desacoged’or Youperverse”. Just more smoke

October 1, 2008

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