entre-temps
Following « Un jour si blanc » (Plataforma Revólver, Lisbon, 2012) and « Crepúsculo » (Almada Theatre, 2014), Inês A continues to explore, in « entre-temps » (Portuguese Cultural Centre, Luxembourg), her singular and very personal artistic universe in which time, space, rhythm and silence are recurrent themes.
At the beginning, the process was revealed and the path separating light from darkness. An absence could be felt, an unexplainable void. With « entre-temps », we seem to enter a more contemplative reality, created by the conjugation of work in sandpaper, photography, installation and video. From past to present.
From the various fragments, a wholeness begins to emerge, in perpetual motion: like a poem always repeated but never completed; or a sequence of images of the sky that shows us, sometimes calmly sometimes frenetically, the procession of all the days of the year; or yet the photograph-almost-painting that seems to show us a way out. Finally the sandpapers, and the very singular universe they originate, made of light, space and silence.
If « entre-temps » gathers disperse fragments and begins to construct a cohesive and engaging whole, it does not yet allow us to reach a conclusion. For different times, different paths.
Following « Un jour si blanc » (Plataforma Revólver, Lisbon, 2012) and « Crepúsculo » (Almada Theatre, 2014), Inês A continues to explore, in « entre-temps » (Portuguese Cultural Centre, Luxembourg), her singular and very personal artistic universe in which time, space, rhythm and silence are recurrent themes.
At the beginning, the process was revealed and the path separating light from darkness. An absence could be felt, an unexplainable void. With « entre-temps », we seem to enter a more contemplative reality, created by the conjugation of work in sandpaper, photography, installation and video. From past to present.
From the various fragments, a wholeness begins to emerge, in perpetual motion: like a poem always repeated but never completed; or a sequence of images of the sky that shows us, sometimes calmly sometimes frenetically, the procession of all the days of the year; or yet the photograph-almost-painting that seems to show us a way out. Finally the sandpapers, and the very singular universe they originate, made of light, space and silence.
If « entre-temps » gathers disperse fragments and begins to construct a cohesive and engaging whole, it does not yet allow us to reach a conclusion. For different times, different paths.