In a tacit and unsullied time-space; Paloma, returns us to the oldest manifestations of skill and thought. Brief narrations with an anonymous protagonist: individual, multiplied, collective; they are loaded with significance. They bring us closer to their plot and make us question.
Where each element constructs, in apparent synthesis, the sum of languages enriches the story. Distance disguises as a stain; the proximity, discover the primary forms of figuration. Some geometry orchestra a gentle balance in tension. Meanwhile, the text redoubles the pictorial.
Rhythms explode and decelerate the fabrics. Paloma, paint; Paloma, musicalize. Their characters are agitated, they shout ... and suddenly, they give themselves up to silence. Is in the counterpoint, where she clay her universe.
-The restlessness of the masses-, 7 fabrics, 1 installation, where "Today I am one, tomorrow I will tear myself again into a thousand splinters; and so, everything in this world, decanted and modulated. "(*).
Vanesa López Giacomelli, curator
(*) Vladimir Nabokov, "Sounds".
Video of the artshow "La intranquilidad del reposo" at CIC, Buenos Aires, Argentina