OF THE MEMORY
" The City will go with you
to where you go "
in recovered images to last time, with the best proustian
flavor of an aesthetics that despliega and there reveals the
harmony of his memory in architectures accomplices of experiences,
of forms who light what the silence cries out. They are long
shots, a veces, buildings that return to the linen his ruined
ambrosia, from the captive look of the author: jail, probably,
of an infancy that retains lights and shades - objects of
his gifts - of the city, Albacete, today substance and matter
in the brushstroke vision of the distance. Other times, since
arrested time there arise to opened sky domes, vaults, caryatids,
arches, niches, large windows ... atlas of daily geography
that expands across squares and alleys, as mazes lost in this
loneliness that sustains the beauty of what one does not see,
in the high vision that denounces the eminent detail of the
stone or the vegetable, the alabaster or the wood.
the lights want to be discovered, all the dimensions to find
couplings. And it approaches the space in the picture, finely,
leaving to the slight cord the subordination of the hollow,
the function of branch for the plaits where advancing. Also
the line gets hold of the linen, of the atmosphere, and lights
him in the color.
The emptiness, said the physicist Basarab Nicolescu, is full
of vibrations, real or virtual. Antonio Argudo fills this
abstinence calmly figurative, planes and textures that esculpen
the calendar of the city, with almost invisible resonances
of the authority of the technologies, the Renaissance drawing
to evenness of the pupils, the vigor of "action
painting" in the lyric mist of the background.
Antonio Argudo pokes with office and to knowledge the cracked
world of the nostalgia, and the result is not alone a static
beauty, which well could seem to the first sight, also there
is accumulated in his, in the architectural nostalgia, the
mystery that always into the real art it flows and changes.
Jorge Luis Borges wrote it: " The reflex
of your face is different in the mirror and the day is a doubtful
José Manuel Martínez Cano.