Between longings and nightmares. Art as an interpreter of its time

By Linda Atach

"The role of the artist is to ask questions, not to answer them."
Anton Chekhov

I love art fairs. I also love cities full of installations, happenings and tourists from all over the world joining the illusion. I follow them since I can remember and I enjoy them more and more, I don't mind that the tours are exhausting, nor crossing from one end of the city to the other. I don't mind that they are inhabited by those handsome beings, almost always dressed in black, called gallery owners and controlled by an art market that determines taste and creation. I support art fairs because, in spite of trends, financial studies and museum invitations that often restrict the inspiration of creators, there are always artists who defend their vocation and make art the most faithful testimony of their time.

Like other pilgrims in search of novelty, I ended up at the Kurimanzutto Gallery, where I made my way among the connoisseurs, to be surprised once again by the work of Gabriel Orozco, who never tires of exploring and proposing new readings of reality.