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NO-STOP ISLAND
Solid Sea | Liquid Territories

The project by: MAP OFFICE
Curated by: ParaSite/ArtSpace
Second Biennial of the Canary Island
Espacio Cultural el Tanque
Tenerife, Canary Island, Spain.

OPENING MARCH 6TH
www.bienaldecanarias.org/

PROLOGUE
« Searching the island from end to end, he finally discovered a quillaia tree, which had been blown over by the wind but not wholly uprooted. The trunk, which lay on the ground, ended in a fork of two main branches rising a little into the air. The bark was smooth and warm, even downy at the point of the fork, where there was a small aperture lined with silky moss.

Robinson hesitated for some days on the threshold of what he later called his ‘vegetable way’. He hung about the quillai with sidelong glances, discovering in the two branches thrusting out of the grass a resemblance to huge, black, parted thighs. Finally he lay naked on the tree, clasping the trunk with his arms while his erect penis thrust its way into that mossy crevice. A happy torpor engulfed him. He lay dreaming with half-closed eyes of banks of creamy-petaled flowers shedding rich and heady perfumes from their bowed corollas. With damp lips parted they seemed to await the gift to be conferred on them by a heaven filled with the lazy drone of insects. Was he the last member of the human race to be summoned to return to the vegetative source of life? The blossom is the sex of the plant. Innocently the plant offers its sex to all as its most rare and beautiful possession. Robinson lay dreaming of a new human species which would proudly wear its male and female attributes on its head-huge, luminous, scented. »

Michel Tounier, Friday, Baltimore, The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1967, pp.115-116.