Landscape (Bodyscape): agosto 2009

domingo, 16 de agosto de 2009

Landscapes (bodyscapes)

rest in natural shade 1046, oil on canvas, 20x40cm, 2009, anderson

...still kind of dreaming, looked the window to see a bright new day, the view of the bay, the island and all the buildings around the old town; while returning my eyes back to my room, I find myself in a scene in which the beauty was even greater of a sleeping woman, finished, after trying to convince me of her sensuality and intelligence, her own ability in her own in giving me pleasure… And then, what was left, the body abandoned in itself, bearing the burden of prosaic humanity, with no grace or vanity… a landscape… though endowed with an intimacy clearer than the bay, the island or the houses. I remembered then of all the women I saw in this same condition since my childhood: mom, aunt, sister, friends, lovers, models; carrying the marks of their early fights in the disillusion of their bodies, becoming day after day more and more flaccid. The music of time.
These figures/landscapes live in my imagination (and I imagine in the minds of others), throughout the years, and so it remain because, although obvious, it is there where are revealed the “great terrors related to the lowness of existence”. It is right there where we find out the oddity of nudity and the fragility of flesh that encloses those bodies in their fatigue.

Assinar: Postagens (Atom)

“A picture of our broken illusion, the great sense of these days. A break-down in nature´s condition, flowers dripping in vain. The noble light cuts the exasperate body. Felling the cut, the pain of the violated body disappears, there’s consume to see it and the rest is lost in thoughts. Admiring the light, the whole of created atmosphere gains life in the curves and corners of the hindmost body, the most absentee of flees, a failure absorbed in the fight against the essential mother in all her frugality, that sublime woman in her mortal maternity, pain and ecstasy, queen of transitoriety and passions. From outside, gazing not only the crowd consuming itself, but even through the scattered and wounded sensations, the dust of time assent in the comfort overcoat of consented banality. The eternal generosity – of the body and life –, which is fallible to forget in all of us, perpetuate in the cycle of love and cruelty.

The feminine achieves its effort to expand and give grace: “Stay distracted… Do as you wish…” It is playing with the programmed that we perpetuate the instant of disobedience – the disobedience brings the fire and passion guides the affection to organize our diffuse emotion. The competence of art is dosing these affections; selecting the instant to disseminate passionate spasms in a world that renounces the right to dream. The distinct man divides his time searching the acuity, refining affections, gestures, refluxes, vortexes, performing his task of dignity in the experience of the mutilated body, fragmented in every event-cellule, feeling the distinction of the aurora.

Separating for knowing: putting together the pieces of the lady to eliminate the idea of knowing her all. All together, the sensations are kept retained from the movement and the nature of its intent – the real passion – unclasp in the heat of their cover-up. If rubbed by sight, the warmth of the image insinuates the tangible contours to the meeting, a mental disturb agonize in the boundaries of morality, the strangeness of outside spilling in aim and mistake – only then it will resonate in the tune of the imagetic violence of our time and their fragmentary enjoying age…”

Daniel Vilasboas