The Crooked Beat

I recently had a preview of new works on paper created over the last year.

Here's the artists' statement:

Searching for the crooked beat,
the sound scientists burning up the acetate,
mountain calls from Jajouka to the streets of Abbis Ababa,
the Black Ark is glowing like quicksilver,
inside the mad scratch is cutting and erasing,
unmoored and adrift, the old phantom slip gives it away,
down the labyrinth
the walls can speak, the books buried underneath -
in townships, shantys, barrancas, ghettoes, the persistent
echo remains,
a griot's chant over contagious magic.


Leonardo Bravo, 2009