La caza del lobo congelado
As Spain’s urbanization continues to expand, nature is getting more and more confined. Cities have turned into working and economic centres as their population continues to grow. Remaining in the country doesn´t mean it will someday belong to you: it´s once you´ve moved to the city that you can conquer again the country.
But once you´re in the city the outlook changes. You gain in work, in money and in a certain sense of well-being but you start missing something. The conquest of the country becomes the conquest of a romantic ideal. The countryside dreamt by the city is not a wild place, not even a rural one. It is more like a theme park representing the country or the place to go to get the in touch with the "real thing". Rural hotels to their best to look more and more typical, cheese more and more homemade, names are made up to things and places that never had a name, and then the city dwellers start remembering past lives or generations.
Fighting against nature is one of the things that turns a man into a man.. People in the city can spend years without seeing the whole animal he´s eating but just in tights or fillets shape. Actually killing an animal for food is almost a traumatic contact with reality but still exciting. It is life. To be able to say: I killed it.
Obviously, this is another reason why these theme parks exist. A hunting reserve is not anymore an area where wild deer live in freedom, it is a fenced private property where stags are bred and fed all year round. When the hunting season starts the city dwellers comes from the city in his four-wheel-drive with leather seats searching for an experience. He is taken in by the blood and the brute atmosphere that surrounds the hunt and that takes him back to what he lost: his rural origins. With the shotgun in his hand, the spanish town dweller who conquered the city remembers he is still a man, that he is still able to survive.
Later he´s taken a photo with his frozen wolf trphy and he climbs back into his four-wheel-drive without fully feeling what he had planned to find.
His face is alight with envy of the dogs who, drunk with blood, still know how to enjoy in a crazy way.
Luis López Navarro, 2007