On Thursday afternoons, I picture myself growing old (DIALOGUES ABOUT DISOBEDIENCE AND HEALING)

The AID$ epidemic is a bias that actively fuels the genocide of Black and Indigenous populations and prevents them from experiencing full health and quality of life. These populations are denied access to information, prevention and treatment.

Here, we propose an artistic exercise through conversation, a mix of compositions that reinvent themselves during a shared practice. What is revealed by the data we have on the epidemic and public policies? Or, if death from AIDS is preventable, who is responsible for the deaths that still occur?

Art is not only a form of cabling that connects life and death, but also a powerful tool to expose social paradigms that question Black production all the time. This practice says to our face that even art can be a privileged means of expression, apprehension, understanding and simultaneous reinvention of reality.

In this exhibition, perhaps we can see some of the techniques that enable us to rearrange this cabling and thus redesign the processes through which we deal with our pain and find expressions and stances that challenge the notion that being an artist is a privilege. As Black bodies, we want to be able to dive into and break away from pain and death, not least because we learned from our ancestors that, contrary to what many think, the opposite of life is not death, but disenchantment.