We are delighted to announce that we premiere season with new exhibition: “TEMPUS” by Alvaro Ledesma!
On Thursday, October 5, in the afternoon, we are waiting for you with some fresh beers and invite you to enter the world of this multidisciplinary artist!
We will also present 30 exhibition catalogs produced by the Photo Gallery together with the author, printed in The Folio Club, signed and numbered!
For all this, the day of the inauguration you can not miss!
Exposure explanatory text:
The creator of a photograph intends to freeze that moment forever and the Tempus betrays him going over the piece and laughing at the ingenuity of the author. A photograph captured in 1920, although always remaining the same material object, is not perceived the same by an observer of 1945, 1980 or 2017. The eye transforms the object and the original is taken away. The corrupting Tempus attacks the art and like a worm it is affected at the moment sustained in the retained image.
Tempus does not exist, it is like art, a human creation and will disappear with man. Traditionally art has focused the Tempus on the ages of life: childhood, youth, maturity and unquestionable death. This is how artists like Hans Baldung, Lucas Cranach, Titian, Gustav Klimt and a long etcetera in which we could include until “The dance” of Picasso. Another version of Tempus in the same tone is Goya’s superb black painting: “Saturn debating his children”, a theme that Rubens, Giambattista or even Dalí himself.
The Tempus that dominates our era is the sensation of scarcity or the lack of the same Tempus that we try to compensate by filling of all type of actions our life like the rabbit of “Alice in the wonderland” always running to take advantage of something that We killed him by overloading him.
The same man that raises gods the tomb and the last Buddhist tendencies to live the here and the now trying to assassinate the Tempus they are not an entelequia since the past and the future, although it is true that they do not exist, alter so much the present that are materialized in the same. It is the Tempus: the sunset of the last God that rises like a Phoenix from its ashes.
In spite of all reality is imposed: there is no Tempus at all because we are nothing
All this dominates the world of certainties, but the Tempus that Alvaro Ledesma shows us in his photographs is uncertain, thick, threatening, lost between the silence that precedes the catastrophe or the restlessness that is breathed after the flood.