Tuesday 30 July 2019

The reality (Summer 2003)

I look at my thoughts like clouds: there is an idea that I stop, and another that escapes me.
We usually define reality as an independent fact of our will and thought as something intimate that happens to us, not real or illusory.
However, our thoughts stain our reality, and these become our way of looking and acting.
I will wait for a sweeter achievement.

One only among many words.

 I will wake up cheated.

Where the mind is stuck.

Behind the shield of grief.

I almost feel it's true.

It seems to be only pain.

It is held in the soul.

Monday 29 July 2019

the unseen (December 2000)


It would be a paradox that using the photographic medium is intended to talk about the unseen. A medium tied to the vision is depicting, but what is the unseen?
The unseen is not the dark, nor mysterious. It is transparent, said Marcel Duchamp. That is the contention of the artwork exhibited in La Casa del Siglo XV Gallery.
They are images without distance, whose approach makes us perceive again that invisibility, that thinning of reality, as objects become dim until they become the veil, the atmospheric veil that teaches us to perceive distance.

These pieces convey an identification: supports used with images represented. These are photographs printed on canvas, in which fabrics are depicted in this way, that vehicle of representation is diluted in that identity of materials, making it insensible.
The works presented in the exhibition are:
Four large fabrics show veiled faces, submerged in the folds of the sheets, the space in which we remain a large part of our lives: at the beginning and the end of these, in love and sleep.
Several objects on canvas printed on the same support acquire a symbolic value.

A vertical arm, which holds a plant with a clenched fist, can only see the stem and golden roots opened on the forearm, creating metaphorical parallelism with references to life.
The Seas are four images mounted in boxes of methacrylate in which soaps are on the water. Surrounded by a white aura of foam, the object stops being to become the media.