La Coleccionista

de piezas que no encajan

¿o sí?

doloresdepalabra:

Sofie Muller’s work is confusing. With immense craftsmanship she gives all her images a deceptive aesthetic that burns with an unexpectedly deep presence. The impact of the formative years of a human life are cast in bronze or drawn with smoke and they show how imposed standards, a single event in your adolescence or painful memories can cause an upheaval and lay new foundations. Subtle and hidden below the surface of each image, filtering through behind a closed look. The characters in the artist’s oeuvre share the same inner defect or scar, the same inherent complexity and contradiction. Never obvious stereotypes, but a complicated labyrinth of resistance and acquiescence, despair and certainty. These images speak in a burningly relevant voice. They bear witness to what remains ineradicable and leaves its traces. Even now, and later too. Like fire. And smoke.

Kristof Reulens (2012)

Como una vez un libro que escribí
para encontrarme a alguien frente a frente.

—Fragmento de Primer volumen de mi vaciedad, José Luis González-Urbiola (via poesianoerestu)

Lo que vemos no está
en el lugar exacto imaginado:
hay que buscarlo siempre en su caída.

—Fragmento de (Precipicio), Vicente Valero (via poesianoerestu)

Si me quieres, quiéreme entera,
no por zonas de luz o sombra.

—Fragmento de Si me quieres, quiéreme entera, Dulce María Loynaz (via poesianoerestu)