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us the ghosts of a lost room, of a voice, of the light that illuminates other
faces, of a different air.
Thus, for an instant, we have the privilege of living simultaneously in different
times, of occupying several places at once. We defy the tyranny of the present
that enchains us day after day and we relegate it to its due importance in the
continual transit of living: that of converting our desire into memory and our
yearning into nostalgia and imagination.
During those moments life unfolds in simultaneous and contradictory
dimensions and progressions. We are simultaneously a ‘were’ and a ‘will be’. The
present becomes the body of time, the tense and vibrant surface on which the
reflections of the changing light of the skies, and the dense light that pushes up
from the depths converge. In that instant, the world takes on a corporeality so
uplifting and rich, so detailed and precise that when it passes it leaves us like cast
ways, surprised to find ourselves still alive on the very shore from which we set out.
It is strangely moving that that perfume, that intense, fleeting and volatile
essence unleashed by the storm should be none other than the key giving access
to our memory, to the most profound, most private territory of our imagination.
The memory makes use of that essence in order to make itself present, in the
way that a spirit can make use of any body to manifest itself, leaving us when it
vanishes the full and bitter taste of our own mortality.
Jürgen Partenheimer
Scent and track are one, l’ odeur des choses; it saves, enchants and repels us.
Without the sense of smell we shall never penetrate into the mysteries of
imagination. It is the flavor of all things, the olfactory codes which reveal
immediate sensuality, unsettlingly beautiful.
Txomin Badiola
The small is big was an artistic slogan of the nineties. Txomin Badiola, one of
the most interesting minimalists in the Basque Country, called this work “Small
relative I” or “Relatively small I” in 1992.
A confessed Oteiza follower and with an already consistent and coherent
work of his own, he claims the importance of the small space in itself profane
and sacred at the same time, with its natural colour and smell of chest wood
and industrial plywood, with its crossbreeding between painting and sculpture,
the image and the emptiness, the colour, the smell, the taste and the touch
everything in one. It reminds me of the physical emptiness more than of the
metaphysical one and brings to me the smell of the chest trees in spring and of
the design and do-it-yourself shops in winter The art work is sober, hermetic,
refined and cultivated.
Peter Halley
Aromas from a hillside fig grove blend with the briny sea air. Dusted with the
scent of jasmine, a breeze moves gently from sea to land amid the glowing blue
of the evening sky. As the dusk deepens and the air cools, the crisp, cold smell of
ocean fills the senses.
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