A strand of wool can tell the story of the world. Seriously. It could go through the vicissitudes of time like the bone thrown by a primate that lands in a spaceship, while playing Thus spoke Zarathustra by R. Strauss. Unlike the flight of the femur in 2001: A Space Odyssey ̶ which is dizzying ̶, the wool thread would float and have the gift of ubiquity. It would be in Bruges, Ghent, Manchester, in the Andes and Damascus. In yarns, spinning wheels, factories; it would link the construction of roads by water and land; I would draw sacred cosmogony and dark workshops. He did as much to engender capitalism as to illuminate the forces that oppose it.

The exhibition Lagunas, by Guido Yannitto can be read as a fragmentary narrative of this strand that contains traffic between hemispheres, rural and urban communities. Of course, in the middle there is an ocean and Guido travels through it like Mercury. His textile pieces travel the spectrum that goes from handicraft made in collaboration with weavers from Salta to execution by cyber-android machines, such as Brealito, the tapestry he made at the Textiel Museum in Tilbourg.

The roads appear insistently in his work, for example in Search here, a video that records a moment of the journey between Buenos Aires and Salta, 1,282 kilometers of eternal tedium. On the rickety road there are seams that look like snakes of tar crawling fast and nervous; on the margins you can see the arid land and at times some tufts of green weeds, not attractive to the contemplative gaze. Plain, soybean, desert. Google Maps indicates a town north of Santiago del Estero, called Ahí Veremos. Guido drew the name on a large map that mirrors his cell phone screen. It sounds like a place invented by Borges, where some cutler arrives to fight ̶ again ̶ with his sinister twin. It also has something from Bolaño, there we will see it could be in the Sonoran desert or it could be another name for Santa Teresa ... We can see that at 2:58 p.m. it was running out of battery power and the signal was low. Another drawing reveals that an hour and a half earlier, the connectivity was better, and the road was straight. In Search here and the drawings mentioned, the gaze is overhead; The same is true at Brealito, where mountainous formations and grooves etched into the earth are captured by a satellite camera orbiting the earth. Interfaces, passages between wool and lithium, desertion from the bucolic landscape or what would be equivalent to say that Lagunas is a constant collision of glitchs.

Florence Qualina