SO CLOSE THAT IT BURNS
A work that does and undoes by itself. A trilogy of objects, pages, projections that reflect on the very essence of the word. Where is the border to understand or not? Where lies the difference between reading and interpreting? Do we need every word to be able to read a text? The light creates, but at the same time burns also. Light reveals, draws, suggests and opens imperceptible holes where our interpretations leak.
In this work I look for evoke assigned words to the resonances characteristic of the poetic language, where words, isolated from their own context, expand their suggestive capacity.
Light, cotton thread and old book
WRITING AS INSCRIPTION
As a landscape. A territory conquered by signs, marks, pages composed by incisions… as a sky, a space, perhaps as a score. Verbs, words, breath a cau d’orella… silence, whispers, using poetry in its purest form and material, archaic and precarious.
The reign of book has no clear borders. Embodied pieces of text able to construct other worlds, other responses, other possible dialogues outside their covers. It expands to a surrounding reality, leaving pages unfolded, language as plastic material, building an imaginary wordscape..
Etching on black paper. 53 x 78 cm each print