Nature imagined...There's a strange feeling of wonder, like being put under a spell, the moment you see the yellowish frond of the araguaney, when you go through a tunnel of purple transmutations, in fall's golden colors, in a red vegetal stain, or is it ochre or orange, dancing off the color palette as the seasons come and go. Light is what gives us this magic. Glimmering light of the tropics, nuanced light in the middle latitudes, the light of an everlasting winter, daylight or nightlight, it is always responsible for our visual perceptions of nature and light. Even in the jungle's darkness it unravels mysteries and magic. Light, in the savannah's silence, a silence painful to bear.
Silently, a risen, gilded column emerges, a virtual trunk and serpentine branches of gold, hugs and kisses in conjunction, golden idol, the highest, most treasured and adored. Trunk and branches support a verdigris foliage which, defragmented, rises in spirals, looking for a way out into continuity as it's only outlook.
One could imagine the progressive journey of these follages into tiny fragments, like stardust, belonging to a cyclic quietness, spreading through the earth looking to be reborn in their next step in a colorful explosion where all species of their kind reunite to invoke their existence, in an amalgam of shades. A multicolored forest as some poetry of the soul, framed by a natural garden as some urban poem, used to reflect one's dreams, needs and contradictions, fusing the immensity of the natural environment with the fragmentation of memory. A window as a frame, juxtaposed concepts of nature and artifice, a poem and reality.
In the end, between dots, lines, planes and space, tools of imagination and logic, of madness and reason, one of the tree's moods rising to the search for celestial infinity, another, the flowered forest, extending horizontally trying to close the terrestrial circle, they both try to manifest the act of crucifixion as a third state. An imaginary condition as a omen of extinction, or rebirth and re-creation.
EA, for the exhibit Nature Imagined, Caracas
...Trees are sanctuaries. But who knows how to talk to them, who knows" hear them, learn the truth. They do not preach teachings and prescriptions, but preach, indifferent to details, the primitive law of life. One tree says : inside me is hidden a core, a spark, a thought, I am life to eternal life. The Eternal Mother's attempted creation of myself is unique, unique is my shape and unique are the fibers in my skin, unique is the each insignificant movement of my treetop's leaves, and the smallest scar in my bark. "My mission is to shape and present that which is eternal in my singular way..." Herman Hesse.
After showing us illumined flowers and after submerging in "Personal Forests" which revealed hermetic tropical paradises, infinite and transparent, Elizabeth continues her journey playing with lighting, shapes and colors... She experiments with the language of trees projecting their size in the unlimited celestial horizon. A tiny bit of tropical fronds for everyone was chosen by her taste, resized to our sensibility, the shred that inspires us the most, the one that speaks to us, moves us and makes us dream, this is the blooming purpose in this wondrous work by Elizabeth González.
Her novelty resides in the inescapable and vital call to venture into a lavish nature, to invoke an interaction guided by the spirit and essence of trees : our very own essence ! Rightfully do the Yanomamis natives listen respectfully to the singing of the trees that becomes tireless words, picked up into baskets to perpetuate the consciousness of their ancestors. The artist's creativity invites us to fill ourselves the jungle's song, with exuberant trees singing their colors, whispering love, vibrating with light, whistling timeless melodies, but that also know how to create nexuses silently... Their song relates to mood swings, it is a tempting magic containing wise warnings, urging to a fundamental preservation, feelings trapped in virtual frames so that we can move them to more intimate enclosures and coexist.