May 5, 2009 - May 6, 2009 21:00
Stazione Leopolda di Firenze | IT
All creation consists of accumulation and then subtraction. The through-line which has been my focal point is that of transmission, memory in all its forms, but without nostalgia, narration, image or citation.
Spain is neither the pretext for, nor a piece of fiction in this process, it is however at the center of, the origin of this project as a place for artistic exchange. Yes, of course we are working in our respective areas, toward the eventual development of this production, but this project invites us to concentrate on Spain as a sort of mental architecture, a source of inspiration. From that point the themes became clear to me, evolving from association to association.
First of all there is the title, which refers to Goya, technically he is a Spanish painter but in truth he is universal. With his well-known black paintings he became known as one of the founders of modern painting in the19th century. These were painted toward the end of his life in Madrid, at the time he was going deaf. Their astonishing origin can be analysed beginning at the meeting with the “Fantasmagories” of the Belgian merchant Etienne Gaspard Robertson.
What was also interesting about Goya was his ambivalence: he painted both paintings depicting reality, in a naturalistic fashion, then there were others he called “disparates” (follies) or “delirantes” which were prodigiously and notoriously odd, they distort reality without deconstructing it, entering the worlds of fantasy, dreams, nightmares and delirium.
And parallel to our ideas about Goya there are basic questions of cultural identity which arise, how does this happen? An entire people, wars, borders … memories both collective and individual, a vast declension.
My idea is therefore to explore these axes in the game of borders: the present (and its concreteness) and memory, both collective and individual. However the process I once considered clear, the progression of the dream toward delirium and folly – is no longer quite as obvious as I had expected. Perhaps there will be trips back and forth, phases.
Catherine Diverrès