This is the lost story of curators and artistic directors curating by remote control in sunny Puerto Rico. Curators who seem to enjoy the haze, (the only explanation to what and why they do what they do), much more than the art in the tropical, exotic, poor, almost third world Latin American It. Sadly, for the curators, their curatorial context and relational aesthetics is just a hallucinatory fantasy- PR is simply a US territory. Nothing exotic at all, just an island with the benefits for visitors of not having to show off a passport to enjoy the tropical sweetness of it's rum.
This is the story of curators who enjoy and exploit the island's corruptness more than Paul Kemp and Hunter Thompson did back in the '60s. Curators curating by email artist from a single collection and curators making art, just like artist do. Curators on the easy, on the chill, on the lazy. This is the story of.
text by Jones District and posters by Pedro Vélez
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