I consider myself a conceptual artist. My idea of conceptualism is that of a permanent exploration of self-limitations and self-criticism.
The drawings of hands which I am currently making could have not been made some time before. There's no need to reform appearances, and yet there's room for new laws to be applied on them.
If my own rhythm coincides with that of the hand or that of a wave, why cannot I draw a hand or a wave? Both figurative and non-figurative issues have no meaning from a certain height.
It's not a matter, it can't be a matter of how to "represent" in a nearly perfect or even personal manner that which might look obvious to us, that which everyone is aware of; but of how to penetrate, how to display it and deliver some light there where only darkness was present.
Beauty always interferes in any artistic endeavour. But not always for good, sometimes being of the most tenacious and dangerous enemies.
To seek, to visualise that which I cannot see, to wish for, to be in peace with what I cannot understand.
Although I am familiar with all my works, I still don't know what they are.
What is a cringe? I am guessing is an organic reaction caused by a physical vibration. There are multiple cringes all the time, all caused by vibrations. As long as he remains switched on, man will operate like an antenna.
Switched on man
Switched off man
Inverted lying down
I believe in God. I have faith. He gave it to me. Reasoning tried to steal it from me in vain far too many times. It did not succeed, it had the opposite effect. Thanks to it I learnt that reasoning has limitations, that there are many places it cannot reach. Such places are only accessible to perception, intuition and faith, that beautiful and inexplicable disease.
How can be possible that there is no God if there is dawn and trust in children´s eyes? In a Godless world, can the colours blue and yellow, and the wind still be possible? And what about love, the sea and the wind?
How can be possible dawn and the trust in any child´s eyes if there in no God? And what about the colours blue and yellow, and the wind, can that still be possible in a Godless world? And love, the sea and the storm?
You created time
and the wind we cannot see.
Everything in relation to the soul; the soul in relation to and search of God.
To be continued...
PAUL CELAN - LUZ DE FONDO (Die Tat, Zurich, 12 de marzo, 1949)
El corazón se escondía inmóvil en la negrura, siempre férreo como la Piedra Filosofal.
La primavera: árboles que vuelan al encuentro con los pájaros que los anidan.
Ese lanzador de piedras que a menudo visitaba el pozo todavía se maneja en la vida; el pozo, por el contrario, ya ha empezado a secarse.
Nuestro discurso apoyando la justicia seguirá careciendo de valor alguno mientras nuestros acorazados más potentes no hayan naufragado ya en la frente de cualquier hombre ahogado.