 Book:
ARTERISCOS
Pages: 150
Ilustration: A 1 COLOR
Mesure(cm.): 14,5 X 23
X 1
Weight: 255 GR.
Price U$S: 20
Casapueblo
Editions, 1997. Summary
of phrases, concepts and thoughts made by Carlos Páez
Vilaró about architecture, ceramic, sculpture, tattooing,
work and death, among other issues.
“The dictionary states that asterisks are stars used to
mark words for distinction.
My asterisks are composed by constellation
of breaks made after
painting
periods.” C.P.V.
“Art cannot be defined or explained.
It is a flash.
When a lightening illuminates the horizon line at
night it
brightens the landscape in the darkness.
The artist led
by a poetic thread- mark, projects its light on the canvas
governed by a self expressing impulse.”
“Answering the
intimate calling of art, is to be abounded by a strange
feeling where happiness and pain merge."
“The easel is my three-legged stork”.
“The artist may deny his master, but the shade of his
crutches will always appear in his work”.
“On painting matter, although we think of being one
self, we are always part
of someone else”.
“Although artificial light damages painting, sometimes
it plays its tricks. Like some women
prefer the night light to hide their wrinkles under a good
make-up”.
“I prefer to be satisfied with my work rather than the
success itself.
Happiness felt through work is for good, success is just
for a while”.
“Beyond
the achievement, trying
is the important point”.
“I
cannot explain why while I
live among colours, I
dream in black and white”.
“My
red paintings
attract vampires”.
“The
frame is the place where colours park without paying
toll”.
“I
can see prestige in a blue-grey colour; aristocracy in
violet; poverty in colonial blue; Anxiety in the white
waiting to
become a colour; darkness in black; screams belong to
yellow; pink when love is born and green in life.”
“All
my lifetime is pictured in my works, exposed as phrases
which are difficult to be understood by anyone”.
“Should
my paintings be the mixture of my states of mood, my frame
is the saving box where I
deposit my feelings”.
“Different
from an actor, the painter never knows how many eyes have
watched its
works”.
“Some
works deserve to be exhibited in silence.
The work itself
is music”.
“The
greediest works of art at a vernissage
are always the
trays of canapes.”
“The
critics’ prestige fades
when he ignores a successful painter”.
“The
painter is the critic´s critic.”
“The
artist does not work to compete but to follow his inner
need to realize himself”.
“It´s
risky to open our letters
before people unable to read”.
“When
a painter performs a retrospective exhibition, he is
accepting his age and needs to go back to the past
to recover his youth”.
“Sometimes
memories appear faded, but they continue during our
lifetime until death cuts off our ability to remember”.
“The
buyer of a picture will never become its owner.
He only pays for the right of enjoying it for a
period of time”.
“Mural
art is a message painted on the people´s forehead”.
“When
a collectionist dies, the inheritors become the
india-rubber of the collection”.
“The
restorer is the doctor that heals the works of art”.
“The
restorer´s ability consists in
working on the
outlines of a picture, without running over the author´s
traces”.
“Tapestry
is an invitation to go follow the pathway of love and
patience to embrace
themselves in the
last knot”.
“Tattooed
designs showed in transfers
reflects the feeling of wishing
for something
without the courage of
taking any
risk “.
“I
gave up my tattooing works since I though that it was
linked to pain.
I enjoy Ceramic a lot because it allows me to leave
my ideas carved on its muddy skin”.
“I
gratify myself when I model creatures from the inner part
of nature with earth, water and fire”.
“Enamels
have the property of chameleons, they are able to change
their color”.
“Style
is like the magic wand of the rabdomants”
(person who guesses through a magic wand). Firstly It is expressed by pulses during its searching, it
ratifies itself while coming closer, and finally it is
defined”.
“Our
cultural landmark is shown
by the scares we left on the statues
standing at parks and squares”.
“The
roofs of the city are the tiled pavements of heaven”.
“I
always wonder whether staircases
go upwards or downwards”.
“Balconies
are the pockets of walls”.
“The
elevator lies to itself when descending”.
“I
apologize to architecture for being free like the
oven-bird”.
“The
artist´s death awakes the hunger of the museum
and the
thirst of the picture galleries ”.
“There
are no epitaphs for a dead art"
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