BETWEEN THE EARTH AND THE SCREAM / ENTRE LA TERRE ET LE CRI
Installation by Maria Monseny x Pangea
This space hosts two works that share the same attitude: touching reality without gloves. There is no excessive metaphor or sublimation: there is matter, memory, and decisions.
CRESOL, by Maria Monseny, and FLAGS, designed and crafted by Pangea, engage in dialogue without seeking agreement. Each has its own voice and rhythm, but they coexist with the same intention: to bring forth what we usually set aside.
CRESOL
Maria Monseny
Barefoot. Touch the earth. Accept the dust and the mud.
In CRESOL, Maria Monseny does not represent; she activates. She brings real materials from what could be a real garden, worn tools, those of light filtered through stones, earth, remnants of objects filled with everyday life. Everything has been touched, used, felt. There is not merely aesthetics because there is experience.
Copper appears here as a conductor. Not only of electricity but of memory. It maintains the thread between the home kitchen, the grandmother’s garden, and the practice of a spirituality without dogma, silent, made with hands.
This work is not to be looked at. It is to be present, to stop the body and let the territory reach you.
An invitation to be in contact. In sincere silence. Without separation between the spiritual and the physical.
FLAGS
Pangea
Ten flags. Ten affirmations or questions. Ten ways to resist by existing, which is nothing other than living from freedom.
These flags do not represent any nation or dogma. They are an open manifesto of The Yoga Gallery: the will to practice yoga as a way of living, not as a discipline separate from the everyday world. Each flag says something different. Some celebrate: “WE ARE THE YOGA GALLERY,” “UNION.” Others discomfort: “MY GUN HAS A NAME: VULNERABILITY,” “I DARE TO DISLIKE,” “A SWORD OF TRUTH.”
All are simple, direct, with flat colors and symbolic shapes. They are easy to enter but not always to digest. Like an unexpected truth, like an honest practice: not all are liked. But all stir. These flags do not aim to beautify. They want to speak. They do not want to unify. They want to express and integrate.
And they do so here, without waving in this space as if they were voices, roars, silences, swords, and prayers.
Unconform —the design studio formed by Eva and Mirco— was invited to define the concept and creative direction for a series of 10 flags created by Pangea.
We proposed 10 micro-recipes that attempt to question the boundaries of contemporary spirituality: less escapism, more reality; less narrative, more reality. Less, more.
Recipes that align with the spirit of the project and its founder, Gabriel Pena.
From there, we accompanied the illustrative process without interfering with Pangea’s language or tying it to the visual codes of contemporary yoga. The result is a series of pieces that challenge, celebrate, and unsettle.
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WE ARE THE YOGA GALLERY / NOUS SOMMES THE YOGA GALLERY
A circular shape in the center, surrounded by opposing forms, with the letters T Y G on the margins. This flag is a declaration of identity. We are this. Not a logo. Not a brand. A force defined by movement, integration, the coexistence of opposites. Center and periphery. Light and shadow.
UNION
A key, a heart, a shape reminiscent of a Celtic knot or a continuous connection. Union here is not harmony; it is awareness. Linking what seems separate. The body and the mind. What we love and what we avoid. There is no spirituality without connection. No connection without truth. No truth without yoga. No yoga without relationship and integration.
I HAVE ENOUGH OPIUM IN MY SOUL
No need to look outside. The opium is already inside. Not as an escape, but as deep activation. Meditation awakens a state that transforms perception without anesthesia. It is the space where noise stops and everything gains relevance. Pessoa wrote: “I have enough opium in my soul.” We make it material. Living with open eyes. This is yoga. This is the effect. When you truly practice, the world does not disappear, but it stops hurting to move, without hesitation, to the side of unconditional love and compassion.
REALITY SETS ME FREE
Reality is sometimes not kind. But it is the only place where we can live. Beyond that: self-deception, fantasy, anesthesia. Accepting reality—with all its dirt, contradiction, and wear—is cutting the cord with fiction. Only with truth does freedom begin. It is not joyful freedom, nor light. It is one’s own truth. Without decorations. Without excuses. The truth, as it comes. Without makeup. A flag of surrender, not of defeat.
SHHH
Silence is not a luxury. It is a necessity. This flag is not noisy. It is an empty space. A desert where everything fades except the essential. The small flame of a candle. Breathing. Listening. Learning to be in the non-doing. Here there is no music. No likes. Only you and what remains when you remove everything.
MY GUN HAS A NAME: VULNERABILITY
This flag points to the heart. Not to harm, but to tell the truth. Vulnerability is not weakness. It is strength without armor. It is the ability to show yourself without filters, not to defend yourself. Here, the weapon is the word, the tender gesture, the clear gaze. We shoot love and do not remain silent.
I DARE TO DISLIKE
Saying no is also yoga. This flag does not seek to please. It does not seek to fit in. It is for those who are not afraid to dissent, to question, to reject the established form. We dare not to follow the trend. To say “it doesn’t represent me.” To show ourselves as contradictory. To claim the freedom not to please. This flag defends the right to set limits, to say no, to challenge the “mandatory positivity.”
A SWORD OF TRUTH
Truth is not always peaceful. Sometimes it cuts. Sometimes it dismantles. This flag carries a sword, not to wage war, but to cut the veil. Jesus said: “I have not come to bring peace, but a sword.” This sword is not of violence, but of clarity. Yoga does not always console. Sometimes it shakes.
FEAR-FREE
An open padlock, with the key floating nearby. It’s not about not being afraid. Fear is there. But it does not govern. It does not command. It does not cut the breath or write decisions. Being “fear-free” is looking fear in the face and continuing to walk. Not desiring absolute security. Not wanting guarantees is living with discomfort. With uncertainty. With risk. And doing it with open eyes. “Fear is my friend,” said Mike Tyson. Because it does not lie. Because it shows you where you truly risk your life: in the street, wide open to give yourself love, to receive it from outside and to give it unconditionally.
ME, HUMANITY
This is not your practice. It is ours. This flag is a reminder that you are not just you. You are part of the whole. A heart within a network of hearts. We practice for ourselves, yes, but also for those who cannot. For those who suffer, for those who flee, for those who have forgotten how to breathe. Be grateful for every living being. The entire nature. “Do not ask for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee.” (John Donne)
