DANIEL BARROCA |
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CONTACT EXHIBITION INFORMATION Ink-jet text and dvd pal, b&w, loop, Poem translated by Pedro Moura |
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The distention of silence. How does one speak of a face being fondled or a head in motion that drags with it a body that has indefinitely gone astray? What sound encroaches on this figure, draining the room we find ourselves in? in order to state what you yourself are Barroca undertakes a path that triggers the "unheimlich". He follows a Beckettian lineage in the sense that these utterances are directed towards a second person. An other, besides oneself, who becomes an unconditional you, potentially anyone, impregnated with the power the written word confers to the construction of the world and thought. But there is also a haunting drone to the sounds that surround us, like the persistent ring of a bell over the distance that separates us from the world and our indomitable desire to return to it. This chime calls to mind Andrei Tarkovski’s "Andrey Rublyov" of 1969, a sublime evocation of artistic creation as the sole possibility of return, of reengaging with the world and, in this, with life. Barroca exposes his viewers to an extreme through the arresting image of a face devoid of a gaze, the remainder of a human figure, dampened by the pendular sound of bells or an echo without a referent. This image, removed from the familiar, moves steadily, as if out of time, revealing an incessant instability. This deceptive portrait returns indefinitely by way of dark intervals, like a syncopated luminescence, signaling the transitoriness of life. This black and white video relates not only to other previous video works by the artist, but to his practice of drawing, which does not rest in repetition, but in doggedly looking for a response by pursuing resistance, the same movements, the same hiatuses, the same circularity that transforms an elliptical curve and unveils another apparently external pursuit, absence. The distant sound we hear cautions us to our distance from the world and our detachment, it cautions us to the immediacy and diverse figurations that cheat us of our awareness of time, and the fast protagonism that we embrace as the highest from of action, one that falsifies our capacity to capture detail and distinguish an infinitesimal sound or decipher the layers employed in the fabrication of silence. João Silvério |
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