Light Tables

2015 – 2023

Each step is autonomous.
Each step as an origin.
Each origin as all of its development.

César Barrio

Each of the forms that parade embryonically on the light tables resists not being all the forms. It is the great feast of fraternity that is observed through these windows, the danced celebration of the synchrony of all times embodied in the fluid light. Welcome to the inchoative painting, always in the initial moment, to the recognition and ratification that every second is the first second of the world, despite its name and its posteriority, easily corrected by the stubborn evidence that nothing ever stops happening for the first time, even if millions of years have passed.

There is a logic visible here that demonstrates this apparent contradiction. It is a reasoning occurring at the level of the visible. Nothing is not emerging at this very moment, nothing that does not have its place in a ray of light. In the middle of the development of a phrasing there are thousands of beginnings, in all directions, beginnings that are supported by births originating in new thresholds, and all of it with a circular pattern that disintegrates as it comes together in multiple explosions that ratify the union of everything with everything.

And yet, borders are very much present here. There are lines everywhere, lines that close colored objects, new figures that are formed with the arrival of new impacts of the fluid matter that penetrates the silhouettes. The density of the oil imposes customs and demands the creation of defined territories that grow and shrink according to the whim of unknown but evident attractions and tensions. The light here revolves over the darkness, which it takes as an immense frame where one can guess the thousand wisps of a mimetic echo, filigree of the shadow, blind powers that make their own by stretching the thousand shades of an idea that is posterior to the object, sheltered and liberated at the same time in its cavernous condition. Because these living paintings reveal and keep in the secret of intimacies the dark reflections of movements really unraveled in the invisible, in what has not yet been born or perhaps has already died.

Paco Carreño Espinosa