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TRACK10 / IMAGINARI / (Guillermo Imaginario)
In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself of hours And watch my purple sky fly over me Imaginary - Evanescence
It is hard to find songs that use the term "imaginary" not as an adjective but as it is used within the context of contemporary art, in which the "imaginary" is a noun referring to a repertoire of images. This, then, is yet another case of how tongue-tied the forms of spoken and written expression in contemporary art are. Guillermo Trujillano's entire oeuvre revolves around this difficulty in communication, as he always grapples with this issue from a variety of strategies filled with humour and musicality. In Imaginario (Imaginary), Trujillano presents a fake version of videoclips by commercial, faddish singers that fill the programming of music TV channels, like American Idol. The artist uses this camouflage strategy to surprise the unwary spectator with an unexpected interpretation. In the case of Imaginario, the artist showcases the spell the contemporary art world is under and the nonexistent repercussions of museums on citizens' lives. Imaginario conveys this idea through an interplay of opposites: first we are confronted with a gorgeous pop star with sophisticated staging (lights, colours, go-go dancers) and a complex montage; but suddenly there is a cut to flamenco dancers on the street, filmed with a handheld camera without any special effects. To Trujillano, the latter represent spontaneous, heartfelt creation, which contrasts with everything artifice-filled, vacuous and commercial. Imaginario, or "Take me to the museum, Daddy" is a groundbreaker, the ideal garnish for Sonesnat.
Imaginari | 5' Musical composition and lyrics: Guillermo Trujillano About the videoclip: Directed by Guillermo Trujillano
ORIGINAL LYRICS Imaginario (Llévame al museo, papi) Author: Guillermo Trujillano Quieren ir al Macba No miento, palabra Yo no voy Tú no vas Nadie va Nadie va a mirar la exposición No te vi ni en la inauguración ¿Dónde estabas? ¡Te buscaba! ¿Dónde estabas? ¡Te esperaba! ¡Paradito en el centro de la white cube! La soledad me acompañaba la instalación contemporánea Tengo un nudo marinero en el corazón ¡Quiero quedar contigo y no puedo más! Trabajo como un chino de conductor Dime qué coño quieres, niña Llévame al museo papi, ah ah que me voy, que me voy... que llego Como un Miró, como un Dalí, un Barceló Te llevo a ti Yo aquí cantando en la calle Yo aquí bailando en la calle hay los museos vacíos para que gestionen mi arte Las jóvenes promesas no estamos todo derechas andamos encogiditas nadie escucha nuestras quejas
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