" The City will go with you to where you go "


The city, 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.

All 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 labyrinth".

José Manuel Martínez Cano.

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