In front of me, the blank canvas. Rectangle of woven gold where the primal whiteness lies, waiting for the slow transmutation, the magic alchemy of the colours. Perfect balance. The oneness gave birth to the dimension that cannot be expressed but can be clasped entirely in my embrace. The hand multiplies caresses of blue and grey, lays out in the shadow fleeting meteors, scratches on the fabric indelible scars. Spreads planets. Pours in the void the diffuse light of hazy dawns. The symmetric repetition of the gesture produces textures diluted in the harmony of the rectangles generated by the ancient formula. Silent and still. Doorways to a universe with no name. Without beginning or end. Eternal.
"The painter contrasts the rigid, impersonal and minimalist geometric structure with the human mark of spontaneous and informal gestures which, meticulous and obsessive, invade the rectangular areas, partially diluted in light and shadow, creating a fluidity of textural and transparent colour that negates the initial two-dimensional opacity in favour of suggestion, in chiaroscuro and in trompe l'oeil, of the third dimension, in depth and relief, beyond the frontal plane of the support. Between the dense darkness of blue-black and the subtle clarity of bluish grey, the painter's austere palette of cool tones creates a gradation of luminous values."
Eurico Gonçalves