Monday, March 27, 2006


As I entered the door a dead bird was thrown in the middle of the wooden floor.
He appeared cold and lacking of all plumage. It was red and yellow which made me pick it up immediately. When I did, its beak broke off. I felt very sorry for the creature and a painful sense of fear grew in my chest. I was alone and nobody knew the bird was dead. I wanted to put it back together so I found a niece piece of wood that looked like a tongue. I took the dead bird and opened its mouth. I inserted the wooden piece inside it and tied it diligently with a yellow rubber band that maintained it correctly in place. Then I introduced a second piece of wood in the shape of the upper part of a bird’s beak and tied it in a similar fashion. Then immediately and with surprise I realized it wasn’t a bird but a dog I was grooming, a big black dog standing in front of me with its long red tongue hanging. I went exploring further into the basement of the house and after entering a petite escalator that took me upstairs I saw the city of New York, its amazing profile looking at me before my eyes. My daughter was dancing in one of the buildings which was pretty unnerving and quite incredible. After she came down we decided to go again to the basement. There fat men with German accents were downloading machines and vacuum cleaners. I asked if there was anything for me to borrow. They said yes in a rather mean tone of voice. They showed me a skirt my friend Sheila had left for me. I was most thankful for I knew a skirt would be of great use in those days and proceeded carefully to open it up and showed it to my daughter. We saw with dismay that it was far too tiny for our bodies and thought it might be good for her cousin. I realized then that the inside of the skirt was full of dead leaf wing shaped insects. I folded the skirt back, though it was too late; the insects had already flown into my body.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

mIranda texidor's theory of dreams

Dreams as we know them are concocted in the darkest hours of night.
This strange images and situations take place at first in certain parts of the body that I will describe as follows:

There are various creatures that inhabit our long intestine such as antinomes, centipelors, fluxatias and roamidas.
Other larger creatures inhabit our lungs; this would be small dolphamides and whalophantes, as well as gastrocephalus and amadolifax.
Smaller monsters called gaki who are in charge of devouring all traces of saliva, feces and semen inhabit our kidneys.

These creatures make way through our esophagus at night and begin a crazy dance in which inhabitants of our right and left-brain join them.
They perform all kinds of endeavors of which we have recollection on the early hours of the morning.

Miranda will show an illustrated map of our bodies with the creatures, which inhabit it, and the places in it where they go during dream time, making it easy for the student to
Understand her theory of dreams

MIranda Texidor's Monkey in a box

Miranda’s monkey is a tiny hollering equatorial monkey. He lives in a chest of drawers. It makes its apparition whenever needed, called by a wonderful little tinker bell…
Tin tin, the bell tolls. Out of a drawer, the monkey appears. Salutes the audience, taking off its tiny hat. And extends its hand to the customer. Who immediately gives him a coin. The monkey the proceeds to take out a small paper printed with the faith or destiny of the client. When I met the monkey I was so fascinated by it, he apparently caught that and suddenly turned mischievous. He pulled my hair outrageously without letting go of it. I have to admit that I went into one of the tiny drawers that kept the papers without his consent. I guess that makes him angry. Miranda didn’t do anything to prevent the accident.

(Address us as they, please)

The two Mirandas inform and perform. Two sides of a coin switched in a flip. They mean nostalgia, melancholy and flamboyant behavior.
They do the research, think, stroll down the streets, go on buses, sleep at night and her body is a vehicle that informs their behavior and demeanor.
They are connected to the world. Their identities confine them in certain roles to which Miranda does not want to conform.
They are full of bravado and eccentricity. Fly on their own wings, need no food or car nor money, suffer not and are oblivious to the passage of time, they control nothing and share a passion for the absurd, letting circumstances take over at a moments notice.

Dr. Texidor has no mother or father and nothing rules her. They appear on a whim in the streets or invite a crowd to see them. She shows no attachment except to her guinea pig ("cuy") and her monkey, which she keeps in two nice separate boxes, (see" Cuy in a box" and "Monkey in a box").
Dr. Texidor relentlessly draws and paints, installs her work, and runs all kinds of errands, like getting all her wardrobe. When they arrive they are full of ridiculous statements.
Dr. Texidor can be herself almost all the time in the People's Republic of Ecuador.
They is a site and a sight.
They adore pink roses on a green "tienda" background, flowery tablecloths and Sundays with flies or plastic flowers of all kinds in a bouquet display.
They feel extreme nostalgia for the days when manual labor was most used, an everyday thing. Melancholy for the loss of "sentimental value" in objects and sites dispossessed of human touch.
They engage in the recuperation of paraphernalia and “moments". They assess the observations and act accordingly.

Museum in a box


It is a box and exists nowhere, it is a room and has a place everywhere, it folds and hides, it is nomad in nature. The somber hours of night when our brains wander to find strange creatures, crazy stories or impossible landscapes are its working hours.

This is Miranda Texidor's Museum in a box.

The Museum has the structure of a procession. The procession takes place on the walls, the floor and on midair. Miranda draws the beasts and takes the little monkey out for a stroll. No apologies when a ten-meter long dog acts as a clock in one of the exhibits. Or when the monkey pulls someone s hair while reading her fortune.

“This person is to the best of my knowledge not capable of running a country needless to say a Museum” said the town’s Mayor. Moreover a box is no place to run a Museum. The Museum of the peoples Republic of Ecuador should be a venerable place where Christ can live with the Magdalene under the same roof without being crucified. Obviously a cross doesn’t fit on a box…

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

MIranda Texidor's Permit to operate


With all the qualifications pertaining thereof to, the Peoples Republic of Ecuador hereby certifies that the below described premises have complied with all the requirements of the national bureau of Laboratories and Museums to operate as a legal facility and it is allowed to the expenditure of spirits and the vending of the following items:

FOOD OF ALL KINDS (including guinea pig)

10 OCT. 2005 The President of the Peoples
Republic of Ecuador

Miranda Texidor

¿Quien es la Dra. Miranda Texidor?

La Dra. Miranda Texidor nació en la ciudad de Fretrasburgo el 5 de Noviembre de 1945, por tanto es de signo Escorpión. Sus padres huyeron de persecuciones políticas y llegaron al Ecuador en 1948 cuando la Dra. contaba con apenas tres años de edad. Sus padres fueron el Dr. Pepe Texidor y la señora Mirte Ibiragorritza, ambos catalanes de la casa Texidor letrados en las artes de la psicología, habitúes de las tertulias del Dr. Sigmund Freud y de G.I. Gurdjieff de quienes fueron seguidores y colegas. Después de instalarse en la maravillosa y franciscana ciudad de Quito su padre el Dr. Texidor instaló su consulta psiquiátrica por donde pasaron insignes quiteños de aquel entonces. Por circunstancias adversas de la vida, sus padres murieron, y Texidor tuvo que ir a estudiar con sus familiares en Minas Gerais en el tropical Brazil. Ahi se especializó en ciencias esotericas, así como en crítica y coleccionismo de arte. En ese país conoció a su compañero el Dr. Teófilo Mazembacher especializado en psicología del árbol urbano. Pronto terminó su maestrado así como su doctorado Suma Cum Laude en la especialidad de Crítica del Arte con un grado menor en Psicogeografía. Desde entonces regresó a Ecuador donde ejerce su consulta privada, y es docente en varias prestigiosas universidades. Desde hace algunos años agencia un espacio virtual de arte contemporáneo.

Who is Dr. Miranda Texidor?


Dr. Miranda Texidor was born on November the 5th of 1945 in the town of Fretrasbourgh, which makes her a Scorpio. She is the beloved daughter of Dr. Peter Texidor and Madame Mirte Ibiragorritza, both from the region of Catalunya. Both parents were psychologists and frequent visitors at the gatherings of Dr. Sigmund Freud and G.I. Gurdjieff. They constructed their practice in times of anxiety, war and fear. They fled persecution and started a fresh new life in the town of Quito Ecuador where unfortunately they died in a car accident. For various reasons among them being the death of both parents, Dr. Texidor went to live with relatives in Minas Gerais in the tropical lands of Brazil, to that she owes her flavor and flamboyance. She was able to study and get her first degree in esoteric sciences, which was later completed with a degree in Psychogeography and Art collections. She met there the one who would become her partner and companion Dr. Teófilo Mazembacher specialized in the Psychology and treatment of stress in urban trees. Dr. Texidor went back to establish her practice in Quito where she lives and works nowadays combining successfully Esoteric sciences and Critique and is counselor to the president of Ecuador in much of his decision making. She is also founder of the Museum in a Box, an imaginary Museum of Contemporary art in her home country. She psycho maps the land around her and cultivates hobbies as hunting and taxidermy. As of now she is conducting a series of interviews with political personalities as well as cultural institutional authorities in the purpose of understanding their decisions and doings.