{"id":23858,"date":"2016-08-19T18:30:47","date_gmt":"2016-08-20T00:30:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sofiaecheverri.com\/en\/dolorosa-belleza\/"},"modified":"2020-09-12T18:57:20","modified_gmt":"2020-09-13T00:57:20","slug":"painful-beauty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sofiaecheverri.com\/en\/painful-beauty\/","title":{"rendered":"Painful beauty"},"content":{"rendered":"

[vc_row row_type=”row” use_row_as_full_screen_section=”no” type=”full_width” text_align=”left” css_animation=””][vc_column width=”1\/6″][\/vc_column][vc_column width=”2\/3″][vc_single_image image=”22112″ img_size=”full” qode_css_animation=””][vc_empty_space][\/vc_column][vc_column width=”1\/6″][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row row_type=”row” use_row_as_full_screen_section=”no” type=”full_width” text_align=”left” css_animation=””][vc_column width=”1\/6″][\/vc_column][vc_column width=”2\/3″][vc_column_text]Is it possible to remain standing, before the immensity\u2014the desolation\u2014as a witness to what we were, what we still are, and see beauty there?  <\/span>Is it possible to stop time just before everything ends up destroyed?  <\/span>Can we reconstruct a world from its fragments?<\/p>\n

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Echeverri traces an assumption with landscapes: there is something more outside the canvas, and deep inside, that we aren\u2019t able to define.  <\/span>There is no time there, no action; but there used to be.  <\/span>Behind that apparent stillness, there is a gesture of declaration: at any moment chaos will overflow, a mountain (a report figure can recover its name).  <\/span>Or an evil fabric, another landscape, another even more organic forest, very fine line at the tip of the graphite.  <\/span>Some word that names a destiny.  <\/span>Some cell reflected in itself, meticulous mirror of the empty.<\/p>\n

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Characters stare at us, making us accomplices, witnesses: they tend to our eye with constancy; they leave the frame in a straight line towards us, or they bring us into it; without realizing it, we are enveloped by them.  <\/span>They live in a plundered world; they see us as if seeing an inexplicable past; they are children that turn their back on the future, they don\u2019t see that forest where there is still something possible.  <\/span>Or they turn their backs on us; they ignore us.<\/p>\n

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And the Saturnine <\/em>of soft lines, delicate, stripped of spaces, or in a white space, on Echeverri’s sclera  <\/span>that saw them upon creating them, trapping them in her iris, and later in the iris of those who contemplate them already in existence.  Saturnine<\/em><\/span>, delicate introspection.  <\/span>They don\u2019t look at us nor do they give us existence.  <\/span>They look inside themselves, looking for something, an origin. There is no word nor way\/path.  <\/span>An internal movement, toward an unknowable world.<\/p>\n

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Some, then, lost their faces; at one time they had them.  <\/span>Now some have a mask or a beam.  <\/span>Children of the future that cover themselves from the world; Saturnine <\/em><\/span>that hide, sheltered in the curve of their own body.  <\/span>None remember that they have a face.  <\/span>Do we have one still?  <\/span>Or have we drawn one similar to ours to reside behind it, in this world that begins to fall apart?  <\/span>Are we falling apart?  <\/span>Can we be our finished work while the fragments build us?  <\/span>Does the work of Echeverri build us on that side?  <\/span>The vagabond eye\u2014trampland: what we are, broken steps of someone who makes a new silence come to life, its painful beauty.[\/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space][vc_column_text]<\/p>\n

\u2014 karla sandomingo vizca\u00edno<\/h3>\n

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