ANA MARIA

My painting could be a skylark Ma peinture pourrait être une Alouette “….a poiesis, the field that opens and closes all others, which allows the experience of reality to mean something more. The space of poetic construction, of our own movement to the invisibility that define objects, but it is also a movement towards ourselves. Where we recognize not only the object, but we recognize ourselves as beings-of-the-world, eminently mortal beings, beings who are poetic and creative. A reduplication of reality, as Foucault calls it. The poiesis is, in her proximity to death, the last possibility that things are situated somewhere beyond time, leaving and craving upon them fragments of our own existence and our own body The secret will always be as Perseus discovered it, never look directly into the face of the Gorgon perfidious, but always through his reflection in the bronze shield. As Italo Calvino says: It is always in the denial of the direct visi...