Family plot

2021 - 2023 (in progress)

 

I am deeply fascinated by the everyday, but there is something disturbing about it: a suspicious event is presented to us without solemnity, apparently unimportant, something uncertain is offered under the promise of the real.

I am interested in the Real with a capital R, that which, according to Lacan, transcends the symbol or any translation. The real is ungraspable, experienceable? Perhaps, but a painting can only suggest, it can be the peephole, it cannot replace what it shows, it is something else.

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Then the experience and the need for a work of art to have a point of view leads me to question the role of the viewer. I want to capture the "in-between" that occurs between the observer and the observed: a person in motion and another person taking a photograph; who is observing? It is as if the observer (us) is always late to the scene, but what is the scene?

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The scene is what is happening. But it has two faces: the staged appearance (rhetoric) and the secret scene, the place of restlessness, the invitation to the impossible real.

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My painting is about the search for the encounter with the other.

But seeing the other does not seem to be enough, because seeing him means noticing his absence. I look for him again in the secret intimacy that belongs to us. I try to surprise him in his pure state, like a surprised animal gathering food for its young, like an involuntary glance in the mirror that startles me and asks me back:

Who are you?