Verónica Gerber Bicecci
Proyectos Monclova, 2021“Imagine you are lying on Freud’s couch,” historian John Forrester urges the reader in a 1997 essay on the father of psychoanalysis and his compulsion for collecting. “What can you see?” I envision figurines from ancient cultures, small busts of mythical characters, and paintings, in all of which Freud would find the inspiration for his theories of dreams and the unconscious. He meticulously crafted a complex worldview on the basis of those fragments of clay, marble, stone, and metal, as from the ancient fabrics hanging on his walls. Verónica Gerber Bicecci’s exhibition “Descalzos los pies, los campos en ellos, sentiré al acreedor de la tierra en mis plantas desnudas” (Barefoot in the Field, I Will Feel the Creditor-Earth on My Naked Soles) dealt in similarly totalizing cosmologies, only to elegantly shatter them.