Alfonso sends me these images. They are some figures. He called them “Characters for a new life“. He said that they are influenced by Saura and Miró. But for me they have something of the Large Glass of Marcel Duchamp. So I decide to take these large glass–figures and give them new life, without background or size.
Late in the afternoon, I went to the terrace of my house with these Characters and the Notes of Steven Wallace, Toward a Supreme Fiction …
It Must Be Abstract
Begin, ephebe, by perceiving the idea
Of this invention, this invented world,
The inconceivable idea of the sun.
You must become an ignorant man again
And see the sun again with an ignorant eye
And see it clearly in the idea of it.
Never suppose an inventing mind as source
Of this idea nor for that mind compose
A voluminous master folded in his fire.
How clean the sun when seen in its idea,
Washed in the remotest cleanliness of a heaven
That has expelled us and our images . . .
The death of one god is the death of all.
Let purple Phoebus lie in umber harvest,
Let Phoebus slumber and die in autumn umber,
Phoebus is dead, ephebe. But Phoebus was
A name for something that never could be named.
There was a project for the sun and is.
There is a project for the sun. The sun
Must bear no name, gold flourisher, but be
In the difficulty of what it is to be.
thank you Alf!