I can’t paint reality: it’s too tough; I can’t paint what one sees, because we all see different things. I prefer painting shapes, colours, and lights, free and diverse textures, for each person to create their own world, like the one I created when I painted these pictures.

 

To create climates, settings, feelings, perceptions that open one’s soul to the unknown. To explore myself, I take out what I have as knowledge and intuition in a certain moment. It’s a permanent game between thoughts and intentionality; between what’s irrational in automatism and passion. The universe of man; the continuing struggle between rational and emotional.

 

Intimately, I believe I’ve always waited for this sublime moment, the passion of pulling myself to white cloth, giving something of myself, something of others. Linking myself to the one who looks, like a self-perception and perception of others. Leaving parts of my inner self in each cloth. Seeking to say something, not knowing exactly what. Fierce but reflexive production. Nothing is “just because”; and if it is, it’s because it has to be that way, and that way I accept it.

 

With previous ideas and drafts, I never fully respect my first intention. I like leaving place to what I don’t know how it will end. I enjoy thinking that the first thing I came up with, will end up being different. In this happening, changes are inevitable. We reinvent and modify ourselves every passing minute. Each internal or external circumstance builds a new image.

 

We are an immeasurable universe, light and dark, shiny and opaque, soft and textured, whole and fragmented, quiet and dancer. Always seeking to comprehend what’s incomprehensible, willing to understand what’s eternal in what’s finite.

 

M. Silvina Da Ponte / 2014