h A rrA* pA*** tu** is a wish in the dark, catch it!! Or it could also be a declaration of that which is not entirely evident in the everyday. Something that doesn’t quite exist, and which, therefore, will have to be brought into existence. Here, there will be spells, gazes, and hypnosis. Meanwhile:
A* sunbathes with cats.
A** strikes strong, somewhat defiant poses.
A*** is about to do something forbidden.
And if this is a fiction, then it is a collective fiction, and also a constant self-portrait crafted from tenderness. Or from toughness.
I cannot hide it; the truth is that I was drawn to these three artists by their image—by the image I hold of them in my mind. An image that attracts and seduces me in a… magical way! Because there is something magical about them. It is a spell they cast on me, a possession, through their gaze, their strong yet delicate pose, their enchanting voice, their drawing, and their sound.
-We enter the exhibition. We are inside-
Now we are all under the spell; now we are part of a world where we are giants. Or perhaps it is the world that is giant… Or maybe we have become tiny, and therefore, the small seems gigantic to us. In any case, now you, YOU! are part of that world. They have caught a landscape, and the landscape has caught you. Now you are part of this world—their world—you are theirs. Here, there will be many eyes trying to seduce you; some will succeed, and others will merely surround you. They will hover in an endless loop, each carving their own path, just like you are doing right now, because now, inevitably, you are part of this new world made of captured desires, sounds, and beings.
Here, indeed, there is an ancestral touch. You see it and you feel it—magical and ancestral, yes.
In a darkness full of unknown possibilities hovering over your presence: ONE, you either limit yourself to trying to look at them, catching only the halo of their movement, or TWO, you make up your mind and catch them—and that, as A* says, will require your most amplified attention.
It is a challenge; someone is challenging you. You will hear a whisper, with a shiver rising from your stomach to the nape of your neck:
h A rrA* pA*** tu**