image courtesy ©Isabel Quintanilla. VEGAP, Madrid, 2024
The kitchen, republic of the ordinary, is lifted into a strange metaphysics: the glass hovers between utility and abandonment, transparency and silence.
Madrid then carried its bruises of shadow; still, here glimmers a clear cylinder of possibility.
Quintanilla whispers with pencil strokes so exact they feel like memory dressed as eternity. The refrigerator exhales, an exhausted sentinel, while the glass gleams as though it were a promise never spoken aloud.
This work breathes still being. A lesson disguised as a domestic accident. The smallest things, an unattended glass, a forgotten perch, sustain the unbearable weight of our longing to endure.
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