Cristina Busto Alvarez
4 February 2025 – 31 July 2025
Cristina Busto is an Asturian artist who works at the intersection of analog and digital, her works are full of multidisciplinarity. Through drawing and sculpture she builds objects which, either illuminated, engraved or projected, generate a multiplicity of images, reflections and projected shadows.
She received the Barjóla Award 2018, for her video installation “Antimapping”, a projection on a 6×4 meter modular origami pan-carving hanging from the dome of the chapel in the museum. She has created audiovisual spaces for the dance company “Proyecto piloto” in its production “La bestia negra”, and for the theater company “La Westia” in its theatrical piece “Ada Byron” in 2023.
Her most recent work is a video installation “El borde del mundo”, done for FPA in 2024, in Tabacalera, Gijón. This is just a sample of the many pieces that make up the extensive artistic career of Cristina Busto.
She is also part of the work team ‘Los tres cerditos’, created for the production of ‘Shadow Generators’, thanks to the ‘Labjoven experimenta’ grant. During their trajectory as a collective, Cristina Busto, Marta Blanco and Lujan Marcos created pieces such as ‘Pigville’ at the ‘Teatro Pradillo’ residency and have not stopped experimenting with performative language to get answers.
Image credits: Luz Sol, ‘El último día de invierno’ by Proyecto Piloto.
Project in residence
Omega ville
The ‘Three Little Pigs’ work team sets their gaze on science fiction. Or that which is the same: working in the present. We inhabit a post-humanist world. With biotechnology, our body is no longer subject to a sex. Like Don Hertzfeldt’s cloned dolls, our memory is lost in a mechanical universe. We are cyborgs. Fluids. Test-tube girls, frozen eggs waiting for a uterus.
The sea has become a plasticosphere that has already penetrated the membranes of our brains. We live in transit between the rural, the urban, and the virtual. The body, the inside, is no longer the frontier from which we relate ourselves to the outside.
We live in post-capitalism. Capitalism replicates itself incessantly without external intervention, like the mountains full of mimosas and eucalyptus, like the cybernetic continuous flow devoid of meanings in the hypercomplex rhizome of the circuitry.
We live alienated by a virtual dictatorship. We are producers and consumers of data in an infinite flow. We consume in order to be controlled. We accept the virtual as immaterial.
We are garbage. Programmed obsolescence, tons of technological waste on Asian beaches, coltan violence, polluted waves on the coasts of Ethiopia. There is no refuge in the ecosystem of planet Earth. We live in accelerationism, to the rhythm of the bits of the machine bodies. Here as well. In the countryside. There are no paths. Only roads without sidewalks.
What is your name?
How old are you?
What do you love most of all?
Your cell phone company
What transforms the night into light?
Is there a difference between the infinities of consciousness and those of love?
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