david catá — known for sewing portraits and planting soil beneath his skin — is starting a new journal of memories, horizontes. once again, the stories will be written in thread, and the pages will be his open hands. these are just the first pages of that journal. more will come. 

david cata
horizonte, 07. la música

 

 

it isn’t about pain or self-infliction; the choice of canvas is one of the most intimate one could brave  — the tissue of the heart being among the few more intimate to etch on. if he could, he probably would. in his videos, david catá seems to spontaneously decide what is worthy of piercing his skin for. a tired lover, a snowy mountain, a lighthouse guarded by a high fence on a hill, the ocean: these are the kind of muses he chooses to be a part of his body for awhile, before recording them, before ripping them away, before starting again with a fresh needle and landscape.

david cata
horizonte, 05. torre de hércules

david cata
horizonte, 02. a gañidoira

 


horizontes

david cata
horizonte, 01. laura

david cata
horizonte, 04. muralla de lugo

david cata
horizonte, 03. a venta

david cata
horizonte, 06. el mar