May My Eyes
26 January 2024 – 9 march 2024
“May My Eyes” is the first solo exhibition of Lola Zoido (1994, Zafra, Badajoz, España), in Madrid. “May My Eyes” finds its origin in the poem “Never to Heaven” by Lana del Rey, a video created by Lola Zoido. In addition, some of the artworks that can be seen in the exhibition have been created from stills of this video.
“The other day I thought about the time I saw a heart-shaped cloud in the sky when I was coming back to Madrid from Extremadura… But I don’t remember if I dreamt it, or saw it for real, maybe I got confused with a video that it was sent to me.
I remembered a poem by Lana del Rey (Never to Heaven) where there is a phrase that says: May my eyes always stay with the level of the horizon, may they never look as high as the sky, to ask why. I liked how she talked about the direction of the gaze as if it was a compass searching for the truth. I think she wanted to say something like: don ́t look for answers where there are none, instead look for answers to more existentialist questions in real life and not wander in the clouds. Like that heart-shaped cloud I saw. It was a sunset.. or maybe the sky was completely blue, and clear, except for that cloud.
How do we remember things? I often look at my phone. The screen deforms reality, but our gaze and eyes also deform our memories. Which is more real? Both are inhabited by affections, fears, memory and our perception. To which sky do we have to look if the screen shines more? Could an artificial intelligence remember that heart-shaped cloud?
An AI predicts us with 7 fingers on one hand and 4 on the other, but is this true? In the end, they are not oracles, are they? They are like mirrors. They will be as bad or as good as the baddest or the best of us, they copy us, they learn from us, and they cannot be something we are not. Sometimes they are not so accurate. That’s what relates us to them, and this is what I like most. Coming back to the heart-shaped cloud… I don’t think I don’t care if it was real or not, I don’t know, but I thought it was beautiful”.
Text by Lola Zoido
