The saying goes about getting lost, to finally find yourself really. It has its own truth. But as for doing it in communion, or rather to find one in the other, it refers only to an ideal. Albert Cohen points out this, especially in Belle du Seigneur: complete, sublime unity differs from love; Passion, on the other hand, implies abstraction: a thousand times, of death, so close. It is an illusion of affirmation, in reality rejection of the threat we feel, looms over us.
Perhaps this is why the desire to monumentalize moments, often precisely corresponding to this loss, as if it were the key step to the beyond, in –joyous– transcendence…
The work of Juarez Machado provokes in this respect.
Sound. Rather, to the case, to submerge in the dream. Letting ourselves be carried by the current that, outside our intervention, distorts the fiction of memory, this official version in which we play a leading role, and weaves before us a new reality: interpretation in itself of that side of the mirror, where we come from, often exhausted.
You have to know how to abandon yourself. Offer on our part, simply, a little silence. And in the meantime, of course, enjoy.
Evoking a dream is not simple. To revive the satisfaction of the rest of ourselves that it seeks, it is enough at times with the tempting touch of the sign. Of freedom, of distance, of calm or solitude. Activating as with pulling a thread, the saudade. Thus, we answer practically all, in the same sense, with the minimum of references.
Emile Rafael offers in his work for the single Pstereo, a unique, charming opportunity.
Nimble, also in the realm of words, Linda sets the pace, leads us, now lightweight, from one side to the other of the room; the latter grows, then opens, and takes finally the form of a road: before us, while walking, a complex story of influences, with multiple senses: each image, a window, a new stream, but all of this, a part of the same fabric.
From constantly viewing art my perception of the world has changed. On the screen of my mind are simple pictures, truthful images of nature transformed into compositions of the heart. In English the word “art” is in “heart” and the heart is the source of my art…