THE BEDROOM Jorge Sรกnchez
As she has done many times she invited me to her house a small apartment with its own entrance from the street, to enter the main space you have to walk down a hallway with two steps and at the end the space opens a place where they converge together dinnig room, living room and the kitchen. She invites me to sit down while I look around me very carefully every detail of the space, many books arranged perfectly in low booksellers and many paintings of her friends artists who have given her to her, at the end is observed its small intimate space in the background a perfect bed with a wardrobe with curtain door. She asks me if I want to have a cup of coffee, and I tell her that if I would like while she prepares the coffee you can smell all the spices she keeps on her shelves, peppermint, cardamom, fine herbs, everything is perfectly located creating a harmony . All this perfection keeps her in a moment of crisis, a personal crisis of a single woman of almost forty years in a highly patriarchal society where her dreams of an independent woman are affected by her social environment. She is a warrior inside the system, walking alone.
It was night when we arrived at his house before I attended his perfomance on the explorations of the body. When we arrived he was completely painted black and gold while changing clothes I looked around the room, a completely messy room with the bed laid out the blankets lying on the floor, books everywhere, clothes of all colors everywhere a desk filled with notebooks, pens, books in which he appreciates Beatriz Preciado’s book. he is a feminist philosopher, noted for his queer theories, as explained by Tadeo. Maybe that week he met several men by an app who went to his room this week and were accumulating the mess in his bed some other seasons is a complete hermit and asexual. The smell of the room was a bit stifling like a sauna bath. The disorder of the ordered, always tells me that he knows how to locate his things in space.
My own world