Project Costa Rica is
a collaboration series between Costa Rican photographer Alo Murillo and Murnau Den Linden made in London, June 2018. Together put images to some thoughts about identity, time and space -main topics on Murnau's work.
Chapter 1. In Between
Life is a flash between two different gaps, one’s finite and blooming, the other’s infinite and dark, and us, conscious living things, we are lucky enough to know that one of those, the end, will come at some point. That’s why my life makes sense throughout the arts -moving around time circles to cheat on the death while trying to be inmortal on my own lifetime, taking advantage of every second of this unconscious sparkle that runs tireless, forward to its end.
Chapter 2. Tunnel Memory
What if time is -in fact, a matter of tunnel memory?
As more conscious we are about our existence, more is the fuel that we need to run straight and faster. So in consequence, we are continuously looking to the world in the narrower perspective, destroying Earth on every step, with more focus on central details than peripheral or neutral, which could make our life longer, enjoyable and eternal, as permanent imprint in other souls.
For obvious reasons regarding our temporary existence, the unknown at the end of the tunnel feels very sexy, attracting us like a giant magnet, like moths drawn to artificial lights, and we never look to the boundaries of our tunnels, at both sides and backwards, to know how width they are and when or where they exactly disrupted, like a beautiful bright gap in an infinite darkness.
Tunnel Memory, photos by Alo Murillo
Realities, photos by Alo Murillo
Chapter 3. Realities
There’s just one reality: this one, the 4th dimension where we live, where time and its curvature define the rules. And there is no option to modify realities at our whim or more time travels than our own rhetorical words and actions.
However, we can travel -within our own life timeline, to the consequences and milestones made by previous generations and their effect on us. If you decide to start the trip you’ll must to do it sensorially, not physically. If you have the bollocks to walk into the unknown you’ll find access to the 5th spatial dimension in a correlation of cosmic and terrestrial casualties joining time, space and being, where your being is the vehicle, space is the path and time the price to pay for this cosmic joke.
Different milestones of compatible vibrational states that will take advantage over a curved timeline to connect different realities. A shortcut between different key points -usually far away from each other.
Chapter 4. Cracks
We've all got both light and dark inside us and, in a sense, we all are broken -that's how light gets in. However, what really matters is the side we choose to life for.
Cracks, photos by Alo Murillo
Chapter 5. Ouroboros
There goes the Ouroboros
The rose grown from the shell
The skull, the dust
It goes into the dark
Letting us know that the end is near
That a new beginning appears to approach
A gravitational singularity
An small change
A domino effect
A more accurate "when" than an unlikely "if"
While some will pull the trigger
The rest will put the head
Chapter 6. The Red Raven
While the red raven smiles to the tormented souls on hell, me, calmly, wait for those whose velvet violins will bring light and truth to the wise people on Earth.
Chapter 7. The Observer
If I look to the centuries from where I come
and the lands I crossed
the people I was asked to love
and the haters I loved silently, alone,
it doesn’t feel as much as it looks,
and even now I feel able to squat faster on my knees to observe
because observing made me who I want to be
Chapter 8. Memories
"I was there. At that moment I was 69 years old. We were enjoying the Festival of Tóxcatl when a war broke out between Spaniards and Mexicas. I tried to escape and I managed to succeed. Nobody was as lucky as me that day." -Murnau Den Linden
Everyone was enjoying the fiesta, when everyone was already dancing, when everyone was already singing, when song was linked to song and the songs roared like waves, in that precise moment the Spaniards determined to kill people. They came into the patio, armed for battle.
They came to close the exits, the steps, the entrances [to the patio]: The Gate of the Eagle in the smallest palace, The Gate of the Canestalk and the Gate of the Snake of Mirrors. And when they had closed them, no one could get out anywhere.
Once they had done this, they entered the Sacred Patio to kill people. They came on foot, carrying swords and wooden and metal shields. Immediately, they surrounded those who danced, then rushed to the place where the drums were played. They attacked the man who was drumming and cut off both his arms. Then they cut off his head [with such a force] that it flew off, falling far away.
At that moment, they then attacked all the people, stabbing them, spearing them, wounding them with their swords. They struck some from behind, who fell instantly to the ground with their entrails hanging out [of their bodies]. They cut off the heads of some and smashed the heads of others into little pieces.
Some tried to escape but the Spaniards murdered them at the gates while they laughed. Others climbed the walls, but they could not save themselves. Others entered the communal house, where they were safe for a while. Others lay down among the victims and pretended to be dead. But if they stood up again they [the Spaniards] would see them and kill them.
The blood of the warriors ran like water as they ran, forming pools, which widened, as the smell of blood and entrails fouled the air.
And the Spaniards walked everywhere, searching the communal houses to kill those who were hiding. They ran everywhere, they searched every place.
From Fray Bernardino de Sahagún, The Florentine Codex, Book 12, Chapter 20
Original title: Libro decimo de los vicios y virtudes desta gente indiana y de los miembros de todo el cuerpo interiores y esteriores y de las enfermedades y medicinas contrarias y de las nationes que a esta tierra an venido a poblar
Chapter 9. Brutalism
I was wondering if asking "when all started?", is like looking for the north pointing to the north. Isn't everything just a matter of universe-filling-space? In fact, isn’t everything just space to fill -at your choice, with love instead of miserable concrete?