WORKS BY
CARLA
TARRUELLA
Known for her works using subtle alchemical mixtures based on acetate, resin and pigments, it is in the colour and the texture, the transparency and the profound that Carla Tarruella excels, in organic subjects just like in her portraits, and always with an air of the unknown that keeps us intrigued.
Gifted in particular for the “mise en scène”, she works large formats with an innate sense of aesthetics and a beautiful strength that never fails to seduce us.
151 cm x 151 cm x 2,4 cm
Oil, resin and paper
168 cm x 137 cm x 4 cm
Resin, acetate, pigments and iron
Tempera, acetate and resin
141 cm x 131 cm
Giant Sculptures
Contemporary
WORKS BY
ALBERTO
de UDAETA
Whether it is for monumental sculptures or smaller sizes, Udaeta works bronze and other metals with expert precision to give life to his structures which awaken our imagination and send us back into history and to the origins of architecture.
All his sculptures have a strong presence and emanate divine strength.
Big or small pieces, they can be placed inside or outside.
Escultura monumental Magli
Acero corten
306 x 238 x 258 cm
WORKS BY
VINCENT
HALFLANTS
“Man on a Stretcher”
Lead
3,60 m
The sculpture is made of lead. Indeed, the feeling it produces is that of a terrible coldness, the psychic coldness of a metaphorical glacier and the bodily presence of a real glacier: of a body, a human body thrown into such terrible, cold and above all, immense isolation.
To be put there, on what I call a stretcher but what could also be a bridge between life and death, is to be thrown into a situation full of ultimate anguish. Not because death is so close, maybe. But because the body is made immobile, immobile like a glacier, immobile like a large solid piece of lead formed into a human shape under a blanket, under a cloth, covered by cloth. It is as if we see everything, hear everything, sense this and that – but the body, hidden under its cover, does not ‘obey’ us, it does not move anymore. Immobilized, I said, like the glacier the artist imagined, we confront ourselves in our loneliness. Is it the ultimate separation, the ultimate distance, that opens the gulf between us and the Other, us and ‘life’? Is it the moment when, in almost unbearable clarity, with an undesired rigor, we confront what the artist calls our “essence” – that essence which may, in fact, be nothing but “our memory”?
Andreas Weiland