COMPOSITION no. VIII

Concept

I see the rebirth of a work in which I take refuge day by day in search of its language. A canvas as a faithful confidant of my feelings. Mixed emotions coming from a social channel full of shapes and colors. And where in the end they develop a longed-for dream…” ABSTRACTION…” I take refuge in it simply because of its fidelity in expressing that it is not as empty as it sometimes wants to be seen. That it is not just amorphous shapes, loose textures or simply colorful spots. I live with them every day of my life. In the same way that they show me hidden realities, which only depend on an emotional state, on the present atmosphere, on the lights around them, their position and space, on what everyone is capable of finding in it. At this point in my life I have come to understand that Abstraction is nothing more than the meaning and reflection of each expectant and her identification with her. To deny their language for my understanding is nothing more than visual laziness. And it is no less true that each abstract work is the very reflection of its meaning per se and of its personal interpretation, but denying that each one of them has its own life and language is aberrational. I have already said it on one occasion and I defend the position that “Abstraction is nothing more than a decomposed reality that after observing it so much, we finally managed to compose it.