Oscar Santillan

Some time ago while writing a text for a project, later rejected, I was overwhelmed by a sudden humble feeling. At that point I took the decision of not claiming for myself the authorship of a phrase. I gave it to Kandinsky. But, since I changed my mind a few minutes ago, I want it back.
“If there is a reason why artists and prophets look so similar, it is not because artists are able to predict the future like prophets would. It is just that they both share the same fate, they are not able to modify the upcoming events.”
At this time, I have realized I do not believe anymore in the current revolution or in the next one. After taking distance from certain post-colonial approaches followed by my past works, my proposals have been mutating. Now I have thrown myself into the drift, into a relaxed agnosticism, into a mythic disillusionment.
The world is just a phantom of possibilities, this is why any complex fiction makes sense, and the simplest gestures have a reason to exist for.