From the 23rd January to the 27th February, the Sala El Posito in Velez-Malaga will host Contra Viento y Marea, an exhibition of works from the multidisciplinary artist, Prisca Sinay.
The opening will take place – in the beautifully restored former grain warehouse in front of the old city walls – on 23rd January at 20.00 hours.
Hosted by the town hall of Velez-Malaga, the exhibition will consist of several paintings, mixed media works and objects.
In my images, my art I am researching a way to convey and define what I started to call “the soul of aesthetics” or “the aesthetics of the soul”. Aesthetics is a very stretchable concept that can transform the ugly into something precious and appreciated and vice versa. The images and interpretations merge through the elaborated material in composed visualizations.
(Aesthetics is defined according to the moment we are living in (art) history and its face can be very diverse, it ́s in continuous transformation)
Since I began to study the Spanish language, today there is a word that still fascinates me; “the soul”. Perhaps it ́s because of the melodic sound when it is pronounced or by the meaning itself, I am not sure.
What is the soul? How exactly could it be defined and what meaning does it really have? And even more important, how can you feel the soul?
The soul lives in my being, like in others. Sometimes it seems to me that the soul is gone and I imagine that it flies, that it is there, somewhere in the universe. I imagine touching it and it escapes (again)
The soul lives in things, the things that I find on my way, in the moments I live, in something said by an unknown child, in the expression of someone in an unexpected moment.
I think I often find it in flamenco. In a square full of excited people, sitting in plastic chairs, waiting for that magic moment. Because it is known that the “duende” can be presented by a single move of a head, the hand that (re) takes the dress, the deep cry that escapes from the throat …
A long time ago, I had my first encounter with “the country behind the Pyrenees”, when I knew the work of Antoni Tapiés. It aroused an interest that indicated the beginning of another stage and my life in Spain.
The soul seems to reside in its landscapes (and its people) even in the extreme, dry and abandoned parts. More than in other parts of the world? No. But, always in my mind the memory of the golden fields, moved by the hot winds that blow in the summer providing endless space. There may be emptiness, desolation and very distant horizons, but there will always be oil, tomatoes and salt…
The boat tells a story, not only mine, it’s symbolic to the stories of many others. The boat “descended” from the mountains of Granada, passed the Suspiro del Moro on top of a car and found its destination in Vélez-Málaga, like me and many others, now and in history.
I recycle, perhaps I recycle the soul to make it stay. Because “The soul sets on fire when it ceases to love.”
(from the exhibition flyer)