ECHO









ECHO: Psychical Continuity Is Not a Given but Something Constructed, 2021
150 x 230 cm   —   59  x  99,5 in
Acrylic on canvas










Le temps ne coule plus. Il jaillit
Time no longer flows. It gushes out.

from Gaston Bachelard's “Poetic Instant and Metaphysical Instant”, 1932.












ECHO: Le temps ne coule plus. Il jaillit (25/9), 2020
200 x 140 cm   —   78,74  x  55,1 in
Acrylic on canvas












ECHO: Le temps ne coule plus. Il jaillit (15), 2020
200 x 140 cm   —   78,74  x  55,1 in
Acrylic on canvas






































ECHO: Le temps ne coule plus. Il jaillit (7), 2020
140 x 200 cm   —    55,1 x 78,74in 
Acrylic on canvas














Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
—Carl Sandburg














Peana gallery NADA Miami 2020 booth











ECHO: Le temps ne coule plus. Il jaillit (1), 2020
120 x 100 cm   —    47 1/5 × 39 2/5 in 
Acrylic on canvas














ECHO: Le temps ne coule plus. Il jaillit (6), 2020
120 x 200 cm   —    47 1/5 × 78 7/10
Acrylic on canvas





















Peana gallery NADA Miami 2020 booth











ECHO: Le temps ne coule plus. Il jaillit (30), 2020
190 x 250 cm   —    74,8 x 98,4 in 
Acrylic on canvas













ECHO: Le temps ne coule plus. Il jaillit (12), 2020
200 x 140 cm   —   78,74  x  55,1 in
Acrylic on canvas





































These Days of Fiction

( 2019, Mexico City )




”Verses of Light, Colour and Uncertainty (80)” being installed at joségarcía ,mx for the “Some works I want to show you” group show of the Summer of 2019 in Mexico City.



















This Human Experience We Share (These Days of Fiction)



A tidal lock showing us only our own version of reality. Us and our experience candidly gazing at each other, we can only see our faces, our backs will always remain unseen. This is a phenomenological orbit behaving as a mechanical choreography.

We are in a constant altered state of consciousness… but which state is not altered consciousness?⠀

Perception untamed  — distorted and subjective in its depths, while sensible and thorough in its surface. An involuntary irreality, automatic. We are in a romance with the opaque in this shared fiction that brings us together.

























Verses of Light, Colour and Uncertainty (81), 2019
270 x 220 cm   —   106,3  x  86,6 in
Acrylic on canvas







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This Human Experience We Share (These Days of Fiction) 7, 2019
250 x 190 cm   —   98,4  x  74,8 in
Acrylic on canvas



















ESTA EXPERIENCIA HUMANA QUE COMPARTIMOS (estos días de ficción)






Una rotación sincrónica que solo nos muestra una versión de las cosas. Nosotros y nuestras experiencias con miradas fijas entrelazadas, solo nos miramos a los ojos, nunca nos veremos las espaldas. Esta es una órbita fenomenológica a modo de danza automática. ⠀

Un estado alterado de conciencia constante... ¿pero qué estado no es conciencia alterada? ⠀

Percepción indómita; distorsionada y subjetiva en su fondo, cabal y acertada en su superficie. Una irrealidad involuntaria, automática. Vivimos en un romance con lo opaco, en esta ficción colectiva que nos une.⠀





















This Human Experience We Share (These Days of Fiction) 4, 2019
150 x 230 cm   —   59  x  90,5 in
Acrylic on canvas






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This Human Experience We Share (These Days of Fiction) 9, 2019
150 x 230 cm   —   59  x  90,5 in
Acrylic on canvas








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Paintings in progress in the studio during the Autumn of 2019





























Verses of Light, Colour and Uncertainty (81), 2019150 x 120 cm   —   59  x  47,24 in
Acrylic on canvas






Verses of Light, Colour and Uncertainty (81), 2019
150 x 120 cm   —   59  x  47,24 in
Acrylic on canvas


























Light Within Darkness (epilogue) 90, 2019
170 x 240 cm   —   66,9  x  94,5 in  (two panels)
Acrylic on canvas







Detail



























Us as a Poem of Delusion (1),  2019
190 x 250 cm   —   74,8  x  98,4 in
Acrylic on canvas












Two detail photographs from “Us as a Poem of Delusion, 1”


























Paintings in progress in the studio during the Autumn of 2019 (Mexico City)













Polyphonies of Perception
(the things we thought we saw together)


at joségarcía ,mx ( 2019, Mexico City )

















































The
Things
We
Thought
We
Saw
Together





Witnessing as a creative act. Here we are, looking through a window only to find our reflection on the glass. The I in the eye. An analogy for our embodied consciousness co-creating all that we perceive. The realm of experience is the realm of illusion. This, our reality, is nothing but an illusion we share. Isn’t it romantic?


Scenes from the interior. What is the nature of the things we perceive? If we process our whole embodied experience internally, how can we even expect objectivity from them? Wouldn’t the internal processing turn them into intimate or even subjective input? Perception is always biased, how can I know if these colours that I’m seeing in front of me are as I see them, or completely different?




Altered states of openness. Inner music. Transmissions from the interior. Look at us, creating a symphony inside ourselves putting together the unison of stimuli coming in and the ones we make up. Perception as creation. A polyphony of sorts.




But what is consciousness? A light within that illuminates the shape of things and creates meaning? Conjectures, conjectures... knowing is impossible, we only think we know. The pillars of knowledge are built on conjectures. The realm of uncertainty. Can we transcend thought and dive together into the vast amount of silence we all share while we go within? Opening ourselves to the dimension of the undefined. What can’t be named, explained, defined with the language tools that are available. Elation in the shape of not-knowing. A liberation from suppositions. A restriction that in reality never was.




A magnetic field becoming visible. Echoes from the other side. We are tearing the veil. A glitch in perception is like a glimpse into otherness. A gleam of understanding. The idea of reality is not relevant anymore. Perception disincarnate. A coda into the unknown.



Ana Montiel, 2019



Verses of Light, Colour and Uncertainty (17), 2018 150 x 120 cm   —   59  x  47,24 in
Acrylic on canvas





Verses of Light, Colour and Uncertainty (26), 2018 150 x 120 cm   —   59  x  47,24 in
Acrylic on canvas






Verses of Light, Colour and Uncertainty (8), 2018150 x 120 cm   —   59  x  47,24 in
Acrylic on canvas











































Songs to Be Played Backwards (14), 2018
150 x 120 cm   —   59  x  47,24 in
Acrylic on canvas



Light Within Darkness (Epilogue) 2, 2018
150 x 120 cm   —   59  x  47,24 in
Acrylic on canvas







































Songs to Be Played Backwards (6), 2018
150 x 120 cm   —   59  x  47,24 in
Acrylic on canvas






























Songs to Be Played Backwards (5), 2018
150 x 120 cm   —   59  x  47,24 in
Acrylic on canvas









































Verses of Light, Colour and Uncertainty (18), 2018
150 x 120 cm   —   59  x  47,24 in
Acrylic on canvas



Verses of Light, Colour and Uncertainty (27), 2018150 x 120 cm   —   59  x  47,24 in
Acrylic on canvas





























Songs to Be Played Backwards (33),  2018
Acrylic on canvas

150 x 120 cm   —   59  x  47,24 in







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