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Aristides Ruiz
Difficult for me to express in words…as the work is the expression…
It’s not so much about the actual visual “subject” ______
It’s a sensation…a moment of understanding antecedent to language – ineffable but instantly recognizable…
The space where “you” are…between two thoughts (?)…
The faces…without background…without clothing…behind the eyes…inner space…infinite
Closed eyes…when you taste something sublime…warm water on the back of your neck…breathing deeply…eyes closed…moments of pleasure, moments of paint…refuge from terror…the womb…
You can never see your face with your eyes closed without the aid of film or a painting…
No one can ever see behind your closed eyes…
The city… quiet, pulsating, alive…like a sleeping tiger…
Just beautiful…New York…New York…
I can’t say it…
A private poem to the love of your life…
Recently, the work has been evolving…to an exploration into the dissolution of beauty, the beauty of dissolution and the ambiguities of HIGH and low…