Antonela Veronica Gonzalez

Dancing bodies waiting for putrefaction or rain. I can smell the hand of the man who destroys… the forests, the islands, my ribs.
I become part of the horde of animals displaced from their nests, orphans of land. I run with them, woman- wolf, escape, dance and cry an unanswered supplication.

Antonela Gonzalez - 2020 - Argentina - Antonela Gonzalez

I am a woman artist, latinamerican and argentine. I grew up in an environment where I was never expected to be an artist. Navigate my childhood between dolls and toy kitchens. I was born a woman; I was born without too many financial resources. However, I made my way through struggles, luck and the hand of the destiny.
I am mainly dedicated to the theater scene and, not long ago, I discovered that performance language summons me. In the last years I have delved more deeply into performance: videoperformances, photoperformances and happenings. The international residencies were the ideal context for this to happen.
I am interested in the use of the body as a means of communication, without the mediation of the word. The body as a communicative impulse that breaks the borders of languages and mobilizes internally and deeply.

Fire, light and smoke. Destructive particles. Active body that emits energy. Dancing bodies waiting for putrefaction or rain. I am meat ready for fire.
I can smell the hand of the man who destroys… the forests, the islands, my ribs. The tears that flow from my despair are not enough to suffocate the ritual.
Combustion and hopelessness.
I become part of the horde of animals displaced from their nests, orphans of land. I run with them, woman- wolf, escape, dance, cry. Run… dance… cry an unanswered supplication.

Web: https://antonelagonzalez.wordpress.com/