Marisa Velasco
Paintings & Graphic works
Opere 2011, olio su tela, dimensioni in cm.
Beth-luis-nion betulle
Scansioni cromatiche, 70 x 80; Neve e betulle, 70 x 90.
Brezza tra gli alberi, 60 x 80; Albero, betulla, inverno, 70 x 90.
Alberi sognanti, 50 x 70; Notturno, 70 x 90.
Betulle mimetiche, 70 x 90;
Dorate betulle, 50 x 70.
Bosco di suoni, 150 x 150, olio su tela,2011.
L'alfabeto
Tratto dal libro "I miti greci" di Robert Graves, Longanesi-Milano-2009.
Esistono tuttavia prove che prima dell'introduzione dell'alfabeto fenicio modificato, esisteva in Grecia un alfabeto il cui segreto era gelosamente custodito dalle sacerdotesse della luna cioè le tre Parche, tale alfabeto era strettamente legato al calendario e le sue lettere non erano rappresentate da segni scritti, ma da ramoscelli recisi da alberi di specie diverse che simboleggiavano i diversi mesi dell'anno. Anche le lettere dell'antico alfabeto irlandese, come di quello usato dai Druidi della Gallia descritti da Cesare, portavano i nomi di alberi. L'alfabeto irlandese era chiamato BETH-LUIS-NION (betulla-frassino di montagna-frassino) dalle sue tre prime consonanti. E la sua composizione, che ci fa supporre un'origine frigia, corrispondeva a quella degli alfabeti pelasgico e latino cioè di tredici consonanti e cinque vocali.
La strategia del Caos
Islands like a vertebra belonging to an immense geological body submerged in the ocean. Relics of an island and conceptually a geological "patchwork" composed of memories of sensations and images; elaborated in a chaotic process, sometimes of evocative lines and mostly by detailed visions of materials and colors. I try to create a construction whose bricks are made from accumulations of minerals and metals mutated by magmatic fire and time.
Incisioni laviche,40 x 40, Olio su tela, 2012.
Bocca minacciosa, 70 x 100, olio su tela, 2011.
Sgorghi magmatici, 40 x 40, 2011.
Delicato disordine
Titles of the works, clockwise, starting from the first on the left at the top.
Engravings, year 2014.
TheGreat Step Forward, Axon, Delicate Disorder, Blue Float, Photo Carnet, Oil on Canvas, Ancestral Tangle, The Thin Weave and Frayed Frayed Flaps.
Life, mysterious mutations. I let myself be led docilely, through the labyrinth of biology, from fascinating readings and above all thrust from my curiosity. I wondered, envious by the beauty and simplicity of the shapes who with a primordial wisdom creates nature, How does life start? I'm not a scientist so I started to draw; to try to understand with the elements that I know the swirling dance of cells. My questions have broadened to the origin of our species and to reflect on our primitive condition of animals, and I believe that this text by Desmond Morris* is the way better than to convey the many questions suspended and the incompleteness of the answers; finally the meaning of my work in front of to this infinite enigma. "Despite great technological advances, We are still fundamentally a simple biological phenomenon and despite the fact that Our grandiose ideas and high concept that we have of ourselves, we are still of the humble animals, subject to all laws Fundamentals of animal behavior.
* Desmond Morris, The Naked Ape, Zoological Study on the Animal Man. XXV paperback edition, Bompiani, 2013.
Effimero ed eterno
Titles of the works, starting from the first at the top, clockwise.
Oil on linen paper, size 30 x 40, 2018.
Wound of light, Unreal fissures, diurnal sediments, Unconscious dreamlike furrows, columns of thoughts, Truncated reflections; The Heavenly Dream and Towards Dawn.
La The starting point of this magmatic work is the form that a field could have energetic. Again go to the origin of forms, through lines of force. Forms, naturally inscribed in the two dimensions of the pictorial plane. Form given by pure colors sometimes with the addition of black and white. Forms obtained with techniques that imitate the way nature proceeds: complex, indeterminate, unpredictable. I try to imagine the beginning of the forms of matter.
I chase with graphic and pictorial elements the details of biology, physics, to catch small signs of their magic. A kind of ideogram of the nature.
Wants develop pictographic thinking capable of breaking constructive patterns of images and a technique capable of getting rid of my brain and my off the beaten path.
Me attracts this idea of a space defined by ripples, concavities, voids, point extensions; of energy fields where spatial dimensions can emerge or disappear. The morphogenesis of the universe.
A necessary leap was to let forms flow in this process primaries, lumps of my archetypal "chip", to understand that all the gestures that I carry my being and my memory. They evoke my body that I see him appear timidly on the canvas in a continuous metamorphosis.
I aspire to transcribe small details of the human and extra-human natural cycle, as in a dance of particles.
Sky
"Absorbed in an unstable world, where everything is Glow, reflection, liquefaction. An abyss, above us, around us, immense, but not empty, radiant but not colorless. Vibrations of tones that broken down into its elements, each of them has repercussions in correspondence and movable chords. To the magic of physicality he opposes the magic of fluids and color through its gradations, the penetration of light, halos that disperse and devour it. By its very decomposition it translates those phenomena of undulations and iridescence of the heavens due to motion of the universe. Oscillation that lies between the reptation and the dance, swinging on multiple axes. Its proportions slip off and they stretch like a flame stirred by the wind." H.Focillon
Cielo III, 16 Giugno 2020.
