'From the wind / Black Moon' by Said Dokins x Ugly Food House

'From the wind / Black Moon'

by Said Dokins

3 layer screen print + diamond dust on somerset paper, 250 gms, 100% cotton.

51 x 69.5 cm with deckled edges Limited edition of 30

2018

Inspired in the Haiku piece by Santôka, Dokins explores the encounters between Asian and prehispanic Mexican cultures and their coincidences while interpreting nature, transitions, life and death cycles.

"I walk in the wind's brightness and darkness"

Santôka

There’s something in the sky’s heart, an energy that makes the wind displace and affect all the things. From the fog or between the waters throwing soil and diamond dust, or perhaps behind a mask moving all the celestial bodies. Possibly is the same energy present when we blow from the inside and transforms breath into the word that connects the alphabets. Sometimes, it edges out the strong choleric torrents which activate the riot and the rising. Is a storm too, that refrains time to come back, where the ruin is a corps palimpsests, where the future is untrue and the past is rubble. There it is, it’s ambivalent nature lies in that uncertainty, where the inert come to live and after a sigh death harbors everything.

Said Dokins 2018.

video & photography by: La Musa Fea & Leonardo Luna

Printed @uglyfoodhouse

Signed and numbered by the artist. All prints come with its personal certificate signed and dated by the artist and master printer.

Del viento / Luna negra. 2018

"Voy siguiendo la luminosidad y la oscuridad del viento" -SANTÔKA

Hay algo en el corazón del cielo, una energía que hace que el aire se desplace y afecte a todas las cosas. Desde la neblina o entre las aguas lanzando tierra, o tal vez, tras una máscara moviendo todos los astros; posiblemente sea la misma que hace soplar desde el interior y que transforma el aliento en la palabra que conecta los alfabetos. En otras ocasiones desplaza los fuertes torrentes coléricos que activan la revuelta y el levantamiento; también es tormenta que no deja regresar el tiempo, donde la ruina es un palimpsesto de cadáveres, donde el futuro es incierto y el pasado escombro. Y es ahí, en esa incertidumbre que radica su naturaleza ambivalente, donde lo inerte cobra vida y tras un suspiro la muerte lo alberga todo.