My dear friends of the FVCK collective (Puri and Cristina) and unconditional followers will forgive me – no doubt, the justification that follows will adorn this entrance and will excuse my absence – but there are certain themes that require peace and calm to be able to appreciate them in their right dimension. And although the truth is that it was impossible for me to attend the inauguration that took place last November 9 in the Sala de Fotografía Sargadelos, in which the exhibition DESHABITAR by Soria photographer Ramón Siscart (1951) was presented -and which will be available until December 10-, being able to contemplate this work in solitude offers some compensation for not having been able to meet the author personally.
The work is present in the room, both for the number of photographs hung and for the distribution of them forming groups, in which, although a certain conductive thread can be guessed, some dissonance is introduced that alters the harmony. In these uninhabited spaces resounds the silent echo of a slowly interrupted melody: kitchen utensils, various objects and abandoned clothing with the promise of an improbable return. These spaces do not sound like a fugue, they have the air of a capricious and unpredictable rondo. Some of these visual “chords” have the lightness that surely accompanied the daily life of their owners: disciplined kitchen pots forming improvised vertical still lifes, table or living room lamps -some of them more neglected-, and unusual combinations of objects; all of them relieved of their functions still maintain a certain dignity and order. In the textiles section, the chords move between the transcendence of the major chords -commonly out of tune with the pretensions of two coats-, and the chaotic harmony of a savanna under which perhaps the old garnet armchair dozed.
In a certain sense, Siscart’s work reminds me of the way in which Ravel resolved his famous Bolero, and I already seem to hear in these uninhabited spaces the first discordant notes that precede the rhythmic gap between what was lived and what was remembered; in other words, oblivion.
It is definitely advisable to visit the exhibition in solitude….
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