05 September 2010


[de]CONSTRUCTING GAM is a brief and random visual reflection of things and objects which called my attention at some point my life. There is only a loose chronological order with no specific selection logic for the chosen images (nor is the object[ive] of this post) but rather a bunch of flashbacks. Perhaps some patterns emerge as orderly .... but that was pure chance!

Deconstructing GAM includes disassembled toys, games or even images of parts of me and my past. No real particular reason but de-constricting GAM bit by bit. Mexico's puzzle is perhaps the only image that needs to be there - at the beginning - as it represents my initial coordinates on planet earth. Place were I was born and early years leading to my adolescence including México City (7 yrs), San Luis Potosí (3 yrs) and Guadalajara (12 yrs). I also spent summers or extended periods of time in the cities such as Cancún, Mazatlán, Tepic, Mexicali, Billings, Mt. and Vancouver, Ca. In January 1996 at the age of 22 I moved to Europe to continue my architectural studies at La Universidad de Sevilla, Spain.... never to return to live in México but to continue a journey of learning, reflection and world exploration.

My here stated proposition is that you can only make steady steps by reflecting on "silly" past incidents, possessions (eventful enough only to remember - but nothing more). I like to think about the term "de-constructing".... perhaps as an opportunity we can create in order to groove a new path. It is by breaking, introspecting, failing, exploring, undoing, quitting, dissecting, dismantling, reinventing, reflecting... and starting all over again before things start making some sort of sense .... like my good-old-mate Sysiphus does!


[above three images works by: Peter Davies and Mari Funaki exhibited at the National Gallery of Victoria]

Copyright 2010 © Guillermo Aranda-Mena

1 comment:

  1. This is exactly how I remember you in my memories from childhood: Constructing and deconstructing. An intelligent, meticulous and observant boy whose room was more like a laboratory than a kid's room. You took great interest in things that weren't ordinary and represented challenge. Your toys always impecably well kept.
    I even recall those times when mom would turn to you for help when an electrical appliance broke; or when I, ( to my embarrassement ), careless and wild broke some one else's toy and in that second of "run or die" knew who could help me.
    Father once nearly fainted when you literally opened your small motorbike's engine and made a whole universe of all the pieces, they were all on the floor by your feet and father thought that would be the end of it....A while later, you were getting the small Honda started.!
    The memories are many, and I'm glad to be writing this in order to reach for them from where I'm sitting, because as I look into the past I see an extraordinary boy, delving into his thoughts, perhaps traveling the world since then, called by one of his Jules' Verne books.

    Always proud of you