SYNOPSIS

Vuelta a Uno is a reencounter with that which is alive, with euphoria and pleasure, it is soil intoxicated by a thumping beat, a reminder that we are made from matter and breath, where the soul attempts to escape, rise, and become one with the universe once more. (…) In this third section of the trilogy, we gallop through all stages of pleasure, including compulsion, an urgency that the skin can barely sustain, and we plunge inexorably towards the destructive.

Vuelta a Uno contains a certain poetic realism, from which we contemplate this liberating trance through unceasing movement, through a constant donation, demonstrating the pain that also comes with the blurring of self, and the awakening of the blindest of our own impulses. We draw closer to climax, and everything within us that is infinite palpitates until it finds a way out. We are consumed by exaltation, because order can only mean exploding. The curtain that shields us from the profane falls irremediably, we abandon the earthly in order to return to the place we started, to a primordial state. We return to Uno.