In the spaces, between things...

I wanted to talk about routine, about our daily life. I wanted to give it a more poetic and aesthetic sense, turning it into something more bearable and bearable, as if the routine did not seem routine. As if the routine did not seem routine, and in that effort, I found myself with things! Yes, the things, all those objects, clothes, junk, junk ... that share space and time with us. They are silent witnesses of our days followed by other days, days full of problems, misunderstandings, hopes, fears, joys? And I also discovered a brief fragment of the book that I was reading at the time and that, without looking for it, accompanied me and helped me in the construction of this exhibition. In "Sunset Park" (Paul Auster, 2010) one of the characters of this novel was Ellen Brice, a painter, finds herself lost in her life, lost in her art and her days and above all and most tragic being a painter, lost "in saying nothing". She understands then, that she must start again and says:

"I wanted to paint pictures that would evoke the quiet wonder of pure objecthood, the sacred ether that breathes in the spaces between things, to express human existence in a meticulous rendering of all that is out there, beyond us, around us..."

Begmont