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Ignasi Aballí<br />
The smell of the body, of the skin, of the paint. Painterly body, painted body;<br />
skin and bones, picture and stretcher. Transparency, painting as non-fiction:<br />
anti-painting, the window open to nowhere, or to the wall, to the white. Behind<br />
there is nothing. Absence of composition, absence of gesture, absence of stroke,<br />
absence of movement, of representation.<br />
Given the impossibility of a perfect body, constructed, geometric, inorganic<br />
(an-organic): skin, wrinkles, scars.<br />
Beginning of physicality, of opacity. Smell of skin: sweat, blood, perfume, paint.<br />
JOSE PEDRO CROFT<br />
This is a piece that is in suspension and creates a dynamic situation of rotation<br />
in addition to the vertical shift.<br />
In so doing it creates situations that are both dynamic and static for the<br />
regular volume.<br />
Inside each column there is a double volume, one painted a soft yellow,<br />
which refers to mild smells, and the other painted a deep violet, which refers to<br />
intense smells.<br />
Deva Sand<br />
A work of art is an inner search. It is, perhaps, a search into the past, into<br />
childhood, a pursuit of our essence. And there is no more direct way to reach<br />
the past than smell, because smells as these are the real stuff of memory.<br />
The smells of the happiest memories of my childhood are of my<br />
grandparents’ house, of its furniture, of its corners. My grandmother was a<br />
tightrope walker. Her perfume was that of weightlessness, of the emotion of<br />
the whole circus fixed on the line up on high. And also that of her kitchen, of<br />
the pots, of the spices she cultivated like a druid in the forest of the elves. These<br />
aromas were mixed with those of my grandfather’s workshop, also filled with the<br />
fragrance of the forest, of the living sap, the roots, the dry leaves, the smells of<br />
woods that came from exotic places laden with memories of other worlds. My<br />
grandfather was a carpenter with strong hands, full of creativity, of patience, of<br />
love for his work. With those materials he made chairs, tables and cupboards,<br />
but he was also an alchemist in that he brought together the essences of these<br />
materials with that of our lives, creating something that had its own new smell<br />
but also all the others and ours, separately.<br />
Sean Scully<br />
I remember perfectly my second exhibition in New York, in 1982, with David<br />
McKee: it was comprised of six large painted canvases, tremendously physical. I<br />
worked on them until the last week.<br />
The paintings gave off as good an aroma as they did an appearance. It was<br />
like walking through a canyon of deep color, with the essence of oil paint filling<br />
the entire gallery.<br />
An exhibit with everything: ear, touch, sight, smell.<br />
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