Stripped of literary rhetoric, reduced to gestures meaning astronomical or everyday times of ancient knowledge, in a symbolic fiction with multiple possibilities for strictly graphic readings, these works unfold like pages of a book.

 

In encyclopedic metaphors, we have contours, image-forming risks without depth, without halftone, without perspective, of few elements at stake. Engravings that illustrated old devices mounted on different scales that form a ghostly narration without a novelistic sequence.

 

Style of flashes, dreams that make images of the past, inexhaustible in its deaf and dry production during daytime vigil. Cultural ghosts, perhaps, or some archaic psyche pulsing fragmented signals from another wordless universe.

 

We are facing a clear, luminous, and naturally constructed exhibition in his gesture. Clean black and white round images.

That suggest places of intense demand in medieval journeys, fixed in explanatory clippings from old dictionaries.

 

That are installed as stained glass reminiscent of non-existent, ghostly, possible temples. At the confluence of geometric fractions that establishes relations, at the same time, of old procedures with the contemporary abstractionist vision.

 

Carlos Clémen

December 2016