The artwork of Emilio Said is a corpus that changes every time it is mentioned. Demanding process of conceptual synthesis combines technique, length and power. Result displays a minimalism landscape of pure forms. Discipline by way of denial: stark beauty. We can see a method, structure or mathematical expression. The rhythmic flow that connects nodes. It pushes the limits of the creation and its meanings through the nonstop transit or dialogue between painting, graphics, installation and object. This process has several layers. The choice to ignore the world and its rules, the context and its distractions, provides an atemporal focus that kills the planned obsolescence and flies on abstract kingdoms. It sets standards on a transcendent level. Artefacts shows whirlpool constellations. Mesmerizing attraction of the depth. Fusion between concept and form, body and idea, is linked to themes of identity and metamorphosis. Chaos gives us precious wisdom. Every second, the arrow reveals new territories: a moment of metaphysical vertigo. Sparks of implosive matter. Fugue and vanishing. Shards all around. Creation is about what we see and—above all—what we can imagine. Like Schrödinger’s cat. Arguments affirm one thing and the opposite. These play with the notion of truth, that ball of yarn. Everything is relative.

Each piece has its own speech: a path that feeds the other ones. We can detect a global structure or polyphonic blueprint with deep meaning. Chaos is not rejected, but rather certain lack of perspective of those who go through their own darkness. The artist is often required to write a speech, a statement, the grocery list in its creative book. But sometimes he can choose the reverse strategy. Silence is also a map to be used. Susan Sontag claims that silence or emptiness produce a dialectical effect: a kind of talk, a language. The arrow in pure form. Emilio Said evolves and leaves marks on the surface. Intuition of the void is recorded with minimum resources. Blind forces wander into impact area. Always surrounded by traces, strange symbols, ideograms and codes, before entering the unknown. That impulse is what we are and what we leave behind. Our core strength to create a new serie of random events. We pretend to be logical in chaos and night. When we see stars or analyze atoms, always get the same conclusion. At any scale, from any edge, just the same landscape. Cosmic matter or elementary particles: darkness crawls inside us. So far no response. Only this quiver of arrows. This frenetic bunch of darts. Shooting of radical abstractions.

Venue: Galería Secreta (September 29, 2022)