SPE - PERFORMANCE AND EXHIBITION SPACE THURSDAY-SUNDAY H 14.00-18.00
18 MAY 2014 - 29 SEPTEMBER 2015
Estados indefinidos para una existencia
CURATED BY ANTONIO ARÉVALO
Representing the memory of those who left a sign of their passage in the world through slight, faded traces, deceptive shadows, underground places and anonymous portraits; using things belonging to them: letters, clothes, keys, objects, in a large installation, to create a quasi treatise on "Indefined States for an Existence". Not words, but a large installation in which the artist Pablo Rubio (Cordoba, 1974) creates new spaces of images through the different textures like in a paraphrase, an accumulation, a carousel. An intimate work that aims to build a sacred space, individual and collective, a mental and symbolic non-place, that needs gazes that inhabit it, occupy it until it reappears, a kind of palimpsest (from pálin psestòs, "re-sanded ", referring to the use of sanding away the old writing on the papyrus before re-using it), that relives through traces and fragments of memory. Fragments linked to the life of the house that was, whose doorway is closed by the wall of oblivion, a threshold that is both separation and possibility of an alliance, of union, of reconciliation. Pablo Rubio needs to ask uncertain questions about time. He talks about a place for which we have been chosen and in which our gaze must become profound, a refuge from absence and pain, the place of hope and regained childhood, a place in which questions and secret moments, memories and tangled architecture live together. The artist attempts to order the chaos, because our voices of the living are often deafening, deviant...Too many. Because what wants to live is not a new body, and it is necessary to enter in silence, to allow the objects and the suspended words to create a new geographies, other places, unfamiliar maps and roots. The non-light becomes dense and the semidarkness rushes towards us, the papers and the tables that await beneath, dimly lit, drown and become stalagmites, columns in search of a sky, that is nothing more than surface. The pages that hold the rememberings and shape the collective memory free themselves from the body of history, are irreparably thrown to the ground. Because, as Guillén said, "the deepest thing is the air".
Pablo Rubio - Estados indefinidos para una existencia