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Andrei Roiter<br />
The Smell of Tomorrow<br />
Used news will smell like a windowless, dusty waiting room, with some broken<br />
furniture, books and papers on the table, dead computers on the floor. From<br />
behind a wall comes the muffled sound of a radio mumbling about hurricanes,<br />
elections, Wall Street numbers, melting ice, football victories, oil prices,<br />
Hollywood gossip, forest fires, horsemeat, corrupted clowns and lost alpinists.<br />
An earthy scent of forgotten events and faraway travels will fill the space.<br />
Bernardí Roig<br />
This time Ernesto concealed his uneasiness because he knew that light smells<br />
only of the thoughts that sight can capture and that the dark can lie but smells<br />
of nothing. Or so he believed…<br />
Valentín Vallhonrat<br />
When I was a boy, in the old wood and glass elevator that went up to the<br />
apartment where my mother and I lived, once or twice a year I would recognize,<br />
combined with the smell of the lift, a mixture of Chesterfield cigarettes and<br />
an old cologne that contained sandalwood and vetiver. It was the smell of my<br />
father. He died two years ago and I cannot remember that smell. All that is left is<br />
the description.<br />
Miquel Barceló<br />
Still-life that reeks of life<br />
In relation to those artists who create the new world of art- the so-called impulse<br />
of the present -on the basis of odourless artificial technologies and fantastical<br />
imaginaries, Barceló does so “in the same way”. That is, according to the<br />
specific manner of the Catalan contribution to the universal. In this he is like<br />
Miró (and even the early Dalí), like Tàpies and Brossa, or amongst those of his<br />
own generation, Amat and Perejaume, all them advancing towards the future<br />
while traveling back to the oginal roots of the human: so we have rottenness,<br />
a fascination for the primitive, linguistic correspondences and simple rituals, a<br />
poor poetics of the object, crossroads of civilizations, lyrical illumination, ethical<br />
timelessness, comic nihilism, a break with the norm; in short, a universal and<br />
highly personal invention constituted of the highest value of difference.<br />
The genius of Barceló, like that of these others, asks to be explained in<br />
terms of the artistic quality of those who dig down to draw up the force of<br />
the immensity of nothingness in order to raise it up to the heights of absolute.<br />
His intellectual constancy, like that of these others, emerges from the ethical<br />
radicalism of art life. Distancing themselves from analytical and linguistic<br />
minimization and, at the same time, from rhetorical and narrative excesses,<br />
they implode the spiritual tension in the genre. Because it is in the identity<br />
that in the dark illuminates the darkness of clarity. At the domestic extreme,<br />
art of the depths and as such not urban, they thus displace even geographical<br />
mythologies towards extemporaneous sites of the contemporary, and in spite of<br />
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