Diango Hernàndez: The New Man and the New Woman

18 September 2013 - 26 October 2013

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It is very early in the morning. The grass is covered with cold, dense dew. We haven’t even moved a hundred metres and my boots and trousers are already drenched and cold. The morning mist has turned my legs into two moving blades of grass. I try to walk as fast as I can and not to shiver, and I long for the sun to come up and make everything evaporate. An hour later, like we do every morning, we are all standing to attention like soldiers, each one of us facing an infinite furrow of exuberant tobacco plants. With our hoes in our left hands, we all shout in unison: “We will be like Che.” The tobacco plants and the weeds around them re- main inert; our cry does not even move one leaf. Our voices quickly dissolve. It is worse each morning to work in silence.

However, today I hear the same instruction, like a continuous, infinite echo that refuses to leave its cave. Throughout all those years I learnt how to differentiate the voices of my com- panions and today I manage to break the unity. I hear each voice separately and I am able to recognise each one of our faces as well as our minuscule bodies.

Who amongst us is like Che? No-one!
Who wants to be like Che? No-one!
Who would have wanted to be like Che? No-one!

Diango Hernández, 2013

 

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Press Release

Exhibition Catalogue

Artist Info

 

It is very early in the morning. The grass is covered with cold, dense dew. We haven’t even moved a hundred metres and my boots and trousers are already drenched and cold. The morning mist has turned my legs into two moving blades of grass. I try to walk as fast as I can and not to shiver, and I long for the sun to come up and make everything evaporate. An hour later, like we do every morning, we are all standing to attention like soldiers, each one of us facing an infinite furrow of exuberant tobacco plants. With our hoes in our left hands, we all shout in unison: “We will be like Che.” The tobacco plants and the weeds around them re- main inert; our cry does not even move one leaf. Our voices quickly dissolve. It is worse each morning to work in silence.

However, today I hear the same instruction, like a continuous, infinite echo that refuses to leave its cave. Throughout all those years I learnt how to differentiate the voices of my com- panions and today I manage to break the unity. I hear each voice separately and I am able to recognise each one of our faces as well as our minuscule bodies.

Who amongst us is like Che? No-one!
Who wants to be like Che? No-one!
Who would have wanted to be like Che? No-one!

Diango Hernández, 2013

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