"Let it go"
Oil on canvas
110cm x105cm
“It can be
regarded as a kind of symphony, or in another way as a kind of opera— or even a
horse opera. It is hot music, a poem, a song, a tragedy, a comedy, a farce, and
so forth. Itis superficial, profound, entertaining and boring according to taste.
It is a prophecy, a political warning, a cryptogram, a preposterous movie, and
a writing on the wall. It can even be regarded as a sort of machine: it works
too, believe me, as I have found out. In case you think I mean it to be
everything but a novel I better say that after all it is intended to be and,
though I say so myself, a deeply serious one too. But it is also I claim a work
of art somewhat different from the one you suspected it was, and more
successful too, even though according to its own lights.”
Malcom
Lowry, on his novel" Under the Volcano"
A book (two
to be precise, but we decided to use one as the main strength of our look), a
canvas.
A book
which is the core of a romance, an epic that when evoking Joyce challenges
Ulysses.
Volcanos and
bees, howling women together.
A heat of
two infernos: does the soul burn Susana? Maybe not.
Maybe it
dances against the beat, like this one here, in the corner of the painting, and
from it branches, webs, intersections grow.
Can a
romance engender the world?
And
multiply itself, one time and again, in prisms, in saints and bees, and in
steps that lead to kisses, Susana?
And
strings: strings (that some transform into webs) they are detours, directions,
a probability of a different way. Sometimes, life can be a continuous fall,
daunting, from terrace to terrace, as Malcom and Dante knew, and Hemingway, and
Bukowski, and Frida…
But in the
midst there are bees, and tequila, and mezcal, and steps-uno, dos, tres – and
twines, and lovers with no name, or lovers that create a romance, as Susana
Bravo reminds us in this painting.
Renata Portas
