Intimacy in feminine
If you want to know me
completely, you have to know my garden, because my garden is my heart.
Hermann von Pückler-Muskau
Dear Fran,
I met Francisca not very long ago.
knowing that she had an exhibition planned,
I appeared at the Faculty of Fine Arts in Seville on the appointed day.
I have to clarify that on the afternoon of
the inauguration I was not able to fully enjoy her paintings; the number of
people in the room was such that I could not stand at the distance needed to
contemplate the images, especially the largest works.
But even so, the first thing my eyes saw
reminded me of some paintings I saw a few years ago in a book that our painting
teacher brought to class. Those images had, I don't know how to express it, a
subtle touch of Luc Tuymans. And I know I haven't been the only one who has
noticed it.
Secondly, the artist's paintings
transported me, I don't know why, to the American
Dream, to the movies of the 60s: families with their two-story houses, with
a garden, swimming pool, lawnmower and two cars in the garage. Husband who goes
to work in the city center and wife who stays doing ‘tasks typical of her sex’,
that is, cooking and taking care of the children.
And here Francisca's paintings delve into
the intimacy of these women to provide them with a way out of that golden
loneliness. It may seem silly, but one of the pieces reminded me of Mia Farrow!
Dear Fran, of all the inaugurations I have
attended – some more glamorous, others less – this has been the one that has
touched me the most. Neither short nor long, neither exultant nor bland.
Intimacy in the feminine is an
enriching experiment that we should experience more frequently. As was said in
the presentation, we should never confuse intimacy with identity, much less
with sexuality. The intimate, fortunately, embraces sexuality and identity and
makes us look inside ourselves, towards who we are.
A sincere, clean, delicate work.
Y. a.
Mary