This photo is of an installation from the CCRecoleta, here in Buenos Aires.
I must say I fell in love with it instantly.
To me it was just perfect, like it resumed everything that I think is beautiful.
Not only because of the visual elements: the darkness of the laberynthine, short corridor that makes you feel like you're entering a new world;
the soft light from the projector and the images it projects:
a misterious child in the forest, whose expressions are totally captivating;
the dress-shaped, iron figure with the 'fire' beneath it, that makes you think of witches
and chants in the light of a stake, creating a magical atmosphere...
But also because of the smell, the aroma of pine and the very soul of the forest
that fills the entire room in a very natural and relaxing way.
And the music! That breaks with all that idyllic harmony
but still manages to be fitted in the whole composition
by touching your heart and your mind with it's cruel emotion.
The thing is I didn't really get the piece because
it was suppoused to represent the arabic woman's captivity
(or something like that. I'm mostly embarrassed
that I don't actually remember the explanation
and the paper where I had written the title of the installation
and, more importantly, the artist's name, is nowhere to be found...).
But I didn't get that feeling at all, I didn't feel like I wanted to escape or something;
no repression, no dispair... nor anything else
that I would associate with that sort of a matter.
Then, a couple of weeks after,
when I happened to be hunging out with a couple of friends nearby,
I took them to see it too (because such was the impression that it had left on me
and I was aiming to see it again).
The moment they entered they wanted to get out right away.
They said it was maddening, suffocating.
Their words left me speechless.
'Am I that insensible, cold-hearted, that I don't feel it that way?' I wondered.
Because, had it been up to me, I would have never left the room.
Given my words and the length of this entry, you may think I'm exaggerating.
I rarely do so.
At first, I didn't want to post this pic because it makes no justice to the real piece
(wich is no longer in exhibition). But it was the only picture I managed to take
that second time I went to see it, before my camera finally shut down and died for good.
But I made up my mind, because I thought this... experience? was something I would like to share with you.
I think sometimes we may enjoy things, art for that matter,
very deeply and feel touched by it even though maybe
not in the way the artist, author or creator originally intended to do so.
And that doesn't make it wrong either. It's just another perseption.
So I probably didn't get the piece, and I definately didn't get the artist.
But I did get myself a little bit more: because in the end,
what I saw, felt in that room, was just myself.
And for that I thank her (I do remember it was a female artist).
It was beautiful.
Thank you♥
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muy linda foto. saludos señorita.
Bueno, gracias n_nU
Que andes bien.