MIRANDA TEXIDOR’S 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…
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