EVANDRO SERODIO

Son of Marie and Joseph, and mistakenly reborn in the 20th century amidst the gemstone mines in distant mountains. Out of the ordinary, barely understandable, and unruly, he was expelled from institutions and schools. He makes untimely language errors that spark his inventiveness from the very beginning of a sentence. His madness leads him to believe he can change the world with his metaphysics inspired by Carambars and Lidi papillotes. But his cruelty adds spice to his intentions, with all his tortured spiders from childhood and firecrackers tied to cats tails teasing the emerging guru. He is the pope of the moment, the failed Dalai Lama, the one who should have been eliminated before he grew up. Son of a world where Teletubbies offer consumer loans while eating fries, he sends his catastrophic light through the debris and invites us to modern spontaneity without any minimalist Asian touch. Everything is edible, everything is usable, everything is emotion. Let’s weep in front of Game of Thrones, fear the Bible, and dress up to buy butter. The driving force: joy. An irrational, amoral, and uncompromising joy. A rage for resourcefulness and creativity at all costs, as if we were going to die, because the apocalypse has always been knocking at his door.