Here, the weight of time, computation surely, over time, the highest density, here time. The immediate impact of contemplation, in the face of a work by Antonio Lopez-Garcia, is the sudden shock to face with the very matter of time.
diachronic A dense substance (not the yellow patina of archaic) fills, sustains and acclimate the commonplace, everyday event, the temperature Hodierna - say with Heidegger - of these everyday scenes, next to the things of habit, devoid ontic apparently briefly converted into absolute entities.
Things are, as things chosen from among things, the knowledge and development cost to its maker untold time and patient effort, and have now been consolidated, full of detail, in the eyes and are offered as an instant all, as long immortalized and stopped.
contemplative and operational capacity exceeded, in the process established by Antonio Lopez-Garcia, measure, every limitation.
No time lag could disrupt or distract his stubbornness in making (atom by atom) the presence of things naked.
No claim would decrease or delay their cautious approach them or evading attaching his conscience, his possession. How much time does Antonio Lopez-Garcia in the end of one. each of his works? The absolute truth, steeped in the passing of time, now raises or wonder, what unusual revelation, our look, it saves itself the counting of the calendar.
One of his latest creations (as such) had, under the signature, this significant dated: 1961-1970. Nine years of close concentration of purpose and sacrifice, of comings and goings in volume to the same task ... is more than enough time to illustrate the tenacity, the incidence, degree inchoative, durative and perfective of work and the days of our man.
This absolute truth, as set by the spacing of an essential term and detained in the wonder of our eyes, is the fruit ripened by a slow palpation: a supreme act of faith given by Antonio Lopez-Garcia in the face of things and back to the time. Who has not caught the sly and underlying feature in so many works by Velázquez (bring your memory reader Felipe IV mourning or horses of the Prado Museum) discovered, in the final composition, the transcription of other underground happenings, obscured, faint but indelible in the intersection of different time frames, by way of its melt layers in the same reality?
More complex is yet to come from Antonio López-García, more tense and pounding their struggle with time (eternal struggle between time and memory!) and deeper the transit tracks that age is finally printed on the face of each of their works.
Because the one that occurred here interrupted by the station light that dies, and resumed in another sunrise or sunrises or contain advertising or require new ways. even unsuspected, consciousness and manifestation.
happenings
This influx of different, but converging on the floor of the same reality, different circumstances, lights, objects, facts, perspectives, relationships .... depositing and accretion is an argument endless, which beats to the live sound pressing time.
The pace and the return of light, days, seasons ... provide for the patient efforts of Antonio Lopez-Garcia after the apprehension (quiet, continuous, thorough) of that fragment of reality, falling under epiphanic their eyes, as the zig-zag of lightning, has to be translated into finished work and consumables.
reader Discard any metaphorical or hyperbolic emphasis in allusion to the passage and return of the seasons, Antonio Lopez-Garcia is able to expect this fall, to complete a profile, an outline, a light, a shade, with the same realism that had gone in the fall. Here lies the secret of things (things between things), revealed by Antonio López García. An act of faith, an ancient belief, whose roots penetrate the root of time, has sprung from the background of his feeling, his eyes assiduously clarified in the contemplation of nature attaching at the touch of reality (by tight margins temporality of diachrony) have spotted the beauty of the world and transmits his hand, temporal layer after layer, to the contemplation of men.
A equivalent and inverse process, amassed by the transit time, rise now the sensitivity of the beholder, hasota you closer to the tributaries of the genuineness. of the same memory. And these things everyday, the commonplace, the temperature Hodierna, arise in the distant memory of those who look. a mixture of familiarity and surprise, a huge recall parenthesis, which clarifies and gives life to the fullness of time lost Proust.
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