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Why do I paint?
Because when painting I articulate myself with the here and now and the world. I might say that I only wake up when I paint. It is not always sure that I attain it, but working means that opportunity. It is the possibility of greater consciousness, with all that it entails. Just in that state, I feel that I can serve, or perhaps it is simply a matter of fitting more perfectly or less defectively in me and in the world. I believe that I can call that state, the real one. Searching for the real is the motor. But it is not that it may happen in any way. As in all cases –worth the extent of the expression– equilibrium, self control or temperance are required… This means that all that rests is to continue to work. I have greatly argued trying to explain that a picture has no other meaning, that I don’t want to say anything else than what is there in front of us, what has come to have exactly that shape, that aspect. And that I cannot replace it with words.
Independently from the probability that I may argue again –it is always
possible– now I understand something else and this is that the condition of
real is not what it means (this or that) but precisely what it
is, the condition of being. Other matters linked to what I do, but referred to the art itself or the esthetics in general; remain for me completely subordinated to the previous statement. In this sense, I am not aligned with any criterion of analysis that may be used as an argument. Yes, I appreciate that my work might really connect with two variables: the time and place I live in. |
