Fictionality

A magazine in the middle of the world. A magazine in the midst of the chaos of the world. Argentina, international and cosmological. Ultimately, words are always there, on the first and last steps, both of information and uncertainty. Poetics, questioning, existence. Words organize supposition, fantasy. They end up coupling sensations with images, with thoughts, with beauty alone. One letter after another, meaningful sounds, invocations. Writing the word and the words to establish, to create meaning, to share worlds. An international Argentine magazine in the middle of the world, a poetic, historical, artistic, compositional, and voracious experiment. Curatorship like nurses on duty, scenes we'd rather not see, bandages, pain. Curatorship like nurses on duty, confidential and confidant, intrinsic, eccentric, fleeting, and saving intervention.

A reality is. A distorted and altered reality is another accidental parallel. Or fascist. The story, the verse, the word in the mouths of ignorant authoritarians, empty bases, what they say is not what it is, and what is is twisted by what they say. And is it then fiction or reality that governs our lives? A fiction that repeats, reproduces, reinterprets what was once real. A reality that is broken and twisted to fit an ambition for control, a little box of blood. What is reality, today?

The images that record or portray a reality have been and are being altered since the beginning of representations, a vision of the world. The limits of documentary fidelity to reality have been pushed to a point of no return; the generation of images, visual and audiovisual alteration, is part of our daily incorporation as certainty. Are we being deceived or are we allowing ourselves to be deceived? A possible confrontation with distortion is knowledge. Philosophy, thought, reflection. We are here to break down in these pages (or in these words, or in these images) the present and past constructions of stories, of fiction and reality. The journey, the historical baggage that encompasses them, and the common sense assigned to them. The transformation and the journey. Having once filed away the seemingly unconnected points between the stories, and finding the similarities or coincidences, we develop possible theories, possible stages of truth, possible partitions of fiction stuck in bits of concrete. If one and the other dialogue endlessly in a helical manner, let them dialogue before us, from within us and until the end of time, without locating us particularly or partially in a present, a past or a future.

Welcome to this kind of Ficciality.