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It is not easy to sense, or catch, that
fleeting moment when, for instance, a rock gels to feminine shapeliness precisely at
the same moment that a woman's beauty attains the perpetuity of stone. Only an
eye standing permanent watch may capture the rich concurrence of two kingdoms of
nature without slipping into the neighboring field of pornography. This fly on the wall is
enamored.
Rodríguez knows this experience, but acknowledges that even he does not know exactly how
this visual transgression is achieved. But a poignant sensation tells him each time the
desired image stirs in the dark chamber of the heart. The critical point -- the artistic
point --is in holding that moment (Oh Sun! Stop, I tell you!) and showing it unaffectedly,
almost effortlessly, as if lights and shadows, both victorious, had never battled in the
kingdom of the spirit.The rest is synchrony of hand and soul, a book lesson
exercised in workshops, at work.
In the end, the beauty of the work asks to be shared, as one might share a secret treat.
Silent and fleeting remains the sweet and slightly bitter taste of creation, but it is the
first sturdy foothold on the museum mission as a bridge that welcomes the viewer to the
work of art.
Carlos César Rodríguez
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