José María Sicilia
03 Mar - 09 Apr 2011
JOSÉ MARIA SICILIA
3 March – 9 April, 2011
ECO- LOS ESPEJOS (Echo –Mirrors)
The dimensions of the bronze are the dimensions of a door, the text has been acid-bitten, and then erased and slightly worked on, like when we write in the sand on a beach and the wind and waves on the shore wash it away, I wanted the viewer to read through the text, the sentences are everyday questions like “how can I believe you?”, “Until when?” “You won’t escape”, .... The mirror absorbs us, it devours us. It becomes vanity, the vanity of our own image. The echo arises inside us before us; the echo sleeps in the depths of the fountain, the voice of your voice, the image of your image. We are not the fountain. At the bottom of the fountain the night grows, and gives way to another night.
ECO –José María Sicilia fue aquí- Echo –José María Sicilia was here
The future does not yet exist, perhaps it will never exist, and we cannot feed off it. However we can feed off what it was. To be is not to be, it was here is not the same as saying it happened here. To say José María Sicilia was here is more than saying José María Sicilia existed. What you have in front of you is the past; perhaps the future lies behind you.
CECILIA –CONSTELACIONES (Cecilia –Constellations)
These doors of white marble speak of the universe, the reflection of a reflection; each slab contains an image of the sky which corresponds to a month of the year. The land of the sky is the land of the water, the stars are also islands; all living water is dying water. This universe is an echo, these doors speak of the mother, untouchable and shapeless it is the origin and time, like the sky. The colour of time is white. The door has no east point, like space, like time. The door is the origin, like a whirlpool.
3 March – 9 April, 2011
ECO- LOS ESPEJOS (Echo –Mirrors)
The dimensions of the bronze are the dimensions of a door, the text has been acid-bitten, and then erased and slightly worked on, like when we write in the sand on a beach and the wind and waves on the shore wash it away, I wanted the viewer to read through the text, the sentences are everyday questions like “how can I believe you?”, “Until when?” “You won’t escape”, .... The mirror absorbs us, it devours us. It becomes vanity, the vanity of our own image. The echo arises inside us before us; the echo sleeps in the depths of the fountain, the voice of your voice, the image of your image. We are not the fountain. At the bottom of the fountain the night grows, and gives way to another night.
ECO –José María Sicilia fue aquí- Echo –José María Sicilia was here
The future does not yet exist, perhaps it will never exist, and we cannot feed off it. However we can feed off what it was. To be is not to be, it was here is not the same as saying it happened here. To say José María Sicilia was here is more than saying José María Sicilia existed. What you have in front of you is the past; perhaps the future lies behind you.
CECILIA –CONSTELACIONES (Cecilia –Constellations)
These doors of white marble speak of the universe, the reflection of a reflection; each slab contains an image of the sky which corresponds to a month of the year. The land of the sky is the land of the water, the stars are also islands; all living water is dying water. This universe is an echo, these doors speak of the mother, untouchable and shapeless it is the origin and time, like the sky. The colour of time is white. The door has no east point, like space, like time. The door is the origin, like a whirlpool.