Light bathes and provides company, gliding between pastel colors creating a drowsy atmosphere. Time is delayed and lets us breathe. It is a daydreaming experience, of dawn or twilight. Space, time and light provoke a continuity that surrounds and lulls us.
The images are linked, what lives in the depths becomes surface and screen. Image, light and sound. The landscape is a sensitive form, a state of the soul that permits resting in the middle of the social hustle.
Magdalena declares herself an amazed observer of nature in its entirety, of each animal in its habitat, and summons each of us, art spectators from our urban habitat, to lose ourselves in our eyes and stop time.
A detailed study on coral is presented, including the experience of the image beyond sight. The space invites the spectator to be part of and include him/herself in the painting. We want to stay. The observer’s time expands, invites him/her, retains him/her, challenges him/her to allow the body to decide. This is how the landscape is enlarged, continues and is in itself. The state of suspension of the ego places the subject in contact with the work. The bouquet, the floral arrangement, the flowers, the offering, the ikebana, the art of organizing nature inside the house induces the invocation of a landscape in an ideal meeting. The core and expansion of the artist’s work create the world.
The small, the miniature makes up life.
I remember Frederick standing up, facing the immensity of the landscape. The school of contemplation, intimacy, spirituality and the tendency to infinity. On the mountain, solusipse, only I exist.
Maggie does not search alone and makes sure that we, as spectators, participate in the experience. Music and lights are in charge of Bruno, with whom Magdalena contemplates immensity. There is a commitment to love and sociability in this scenographic setting that moves away from the mysticism of romantic landscapes. The awareness of the other is presented in a personal, kind and solid environment.
There is a hidden treasure at the bottom of the sea.
The corals are alive, when they die they are white. They grow in bunches in geometric progression to cover the territory. Then, they form a coral island, or a cave. They change into jewels. Corals are not found in all waters. They are very valuable, and somewhat exotic.
Pursue the sky and the water, bring them home.
What if we were corals? What if corals were bodies inviting to be caressed?
Iris making a bow from the sky to a coral.
Iris, the goddess of the rainbow, of color changes and of states of the soul.
The rainbow is a bridge between the divine and the human.
Diana Aisenberg, February 2020
NEW SPACE IN MIAMI, FL.
October 24, 2019