Own images, images of others, television, videos, super8, pixel cam, treated, degraded through successive generations and amalgamated by interference and analog noise, reinterpreted with curtains and colored borders. This video has it all, amalgamated through a Dadaist dough, the image and sound of African drums.

The weather man is one of the few constants in this video (once observed a few times, one will find many more) marking a double meaning with the country's temperature and the passage of time. In this mixture are deposited many of El niño subliminal's video clips, images of paintings, installations and other pieces that were created by the author. On the other hand, there are images of remembrance: friends, enemies and strangers. The result is a family album, or cuts, in electronic format. The medium matters, since the album's disorder (which may remind one of the artist's travel notebooks) consists of bumpers, and edges of color, and an analog console. In this way, the focus continuously shifts, the image exchanges its rectangular shape for contour irregularities found by overlapping and distortions, which in the original film have been produced by the erosion of time.

While the litany is punctuated to the beat of drums, the visual action is exacerbated by excess, transitions effectively cover all possible moving surfaces and electromagnetic interference subtly disrupts the rhythm. The viewer disconnects from his or her rhizomes in a fusion of wildness with the arbitrary savage hordes, their accomplices and heirs, or any other similar analog resources. An electric tribal dance that is interspersed by colors, scenes, jumping, movements and fights, entangled fragments that leave a residue of intrigue braided as a shamanic rite of purification.