MARINE ASPIRATIONS

Babi Badalov, Julia Colavita, Flavio Degen, Alba Suau, Cristina Ramos and The Eggman Gallery Radio Hour

@ TACA, Palma de Mallorca

24.06. – 28.06.2021

BURNT WATER

I write these words while sleepily awaiting the burning sensation produced by fetid water after a morning swim in Can Pere Antoni. Burnt water.

The inhalation of an oceanic carbon breath, lightweight. A humpback whale, its blubber heavy with the residue from our toxic desire. His body, more polluted than the water that carries her away swimming within bioluminescent darkness.

Many of the phenomena that occur in the ocean are invisible to the human eye. If we could perceive in microns, diving beneath the surface of the sea we would see phytoplankton, - single-celled organisms that produce more than half of the planet's photosynthetic activity -, including the processing of the carbon dioxide which we produce.

Laminaria forests vanish in the Bay of Biscay, marine heat waves cause parasites and pinnas to die out in the Mediterranean Sea. Sea risings alter the coastline, estuaries and marshes disappear while every fifth breath we take comes from ocean-dwelling cyanobacteria.

This is a simplified model of the process by which the human body gives off heat. The metal container carries tears and an odorless liquid that is poured out as the thermometer reaches 40 degrees. Mixed with the rusty surface the water has a mauve color like turpentine mixed with cheap alcohol.

The standard body temperature is 37 degrees, while the skin temperature is 33.5. Inside and outside of a fine-meshed net. As part of the physiological regulation of body temperature, the skin begins to sweat and the body's perspiration increases.

Mechanisms of

heat

transfer

the energy balance of the Earth.

Liquid water turns into a gas, the CO2 molecules move wildly in their gaseous state. Particles split and meet again on the other side on another surface through a circular motion. Our body is a power plant inside of which heat is produced and radiated outwards, water has the desire to transcend our body while all you can do is to sit and keep yourself hydrated.

The transformation is supposed to happen inside the object-subject. But where is the inside? Is it in the matter, while it is being worked, it is being moved, it is being pushed against the grain? While something is being done to it?

M tells me a Mallorcan legend about female water-spirits who dwell in the night, each one living in a different pool where they bathe, and weave flowers, and shadows with blue eyes. The humidity gives them a sense of satiation and they feed on nothing else. The unsettled weather with smog and dew has deprived them from air. They have lost their sense of smell. They cannot breathe.

Drowned in the twilight of the smells which flow in burnt water.

Cristina Ramos