Arramble, an exhibition of character, "Whatever has to happen, will happen". Great phrase and better motto. A vehement conclusion that distinguishes the one who controls a conversation. Anthem of all neglect. From which is necessary and from which we will not return. Wake murmur.

 

It is also the echo of certain landscapes, or of certain moments in the landscape. That which has been dragged along, which has been carried away with violence, a moment of reorganization produced by an inescapable chaos, the twisted scene after the passage of the inevitable; of everything that surpasses us and that has the obstinacy of happening, without being able to stop, in the purest natural disaster style, it takes everything ahead in the duration of the intention of a heartbeat. What remains is the foam, the creaks and the stones.

 

This artist from Ceuta by birth works at this point, with oriental influences in his landscapes that the viewer must discover as he goes by with his gaze fixed on the work.

 

An artist, who induces the viewer to be a participant and discoverer of each phase of it, working on scenes structured by black totemic rocks that make up the landscape, everything that happens around them, are episodes of a landscape_cc781905-5cde-3194- bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ which is attempted to be reordered after a force has repositioned everything. Something has happened, everything has gone wrong and we have to start over.

 

Predominantly a black color read as a structure, at no time as part of a negative whole, but rather as something that condenses what is to come. A sinuous work, very "sui generis" since it does not work from an obvious or quantifiable thesis but from a more ambiguous approach, offering the viewer selected moments before the arrival of hope and its secretion, the future. There is no anguish, only a special understanding of what is happening. And an encounter with the most intense wonder that is none other than its possibility. A good occasion to look.

 

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