THE VEIL OF TIME (EL VELO DEL TIEMPO)
A dog runs after his prey, barks, gets trapped between
the cracks of a rock. His master, a hunter of the
XIX century, tries to release him. Discovers,
in this fortuitously way, the entrance to some caves.
A flash illuminates the dawn of times. The traces of
the firsts men are visible now. A gallery of representations
that suggest us how they hunted, how they lived, what frightened them…
The walls speak.
The places in which the pictures of Abraham Votroba immersed us,
in a precise dateless present, are man constructions. They also speak to us.
Through the eyes of Abraham, we slipped through a door ajar
to a timeless space. The lines of the architecture that draws
light question us.
Luminous picture windows, but like blind eyes, stairs that
drive us to a non place, walls upholstered with windows
surrounding us with a sky that seems to close over our heads.
Tunnels without exit, columns that multiply like in a
parlour of mirrors.
We are in a labyrinth, we stop, we sharpen our ears trying
to decipher an echo in the silence.
We only hear the beating of our heart, hammering restless.
In a time of overwhelming proliferation of images, we are
unarmed in front of this series of photos. With our senses
alert, trying to decipher the enigma that they represent.
Almost always empty spaces that cause a sense of estrangement.
What place is that?, Where is it?, Who inhabits it?
With impeccable technique and exquisite sensitivity,
the photos of Abraham invite us
to an unusual tour. Not as spectators,
but as hunters that deviate from their path and
attend a discovery. Something that was there,
expecting to uncover the veil of the time.
Valeria Bellusci
A dog runs after his prey, barks, gets trapped between
the cracks of a rock. His master, a hunter of the
XIX century, tries to release him. Discovers,
in this fortuitously way, the entrance to some caves.
A flash illuminates the dawn of times. The traces of
the firsts men are visible now. A gallery of representations
that suggest us how they hunted, how they lived, what frightened them…
The walls speak.
The places in which the pictures of Abraham Votroba immersed us,
in a precise dateless present, are man constructions. They also speak to us.
Through the eyes of Abraham, we slipped through a door ajar
to a timeless space. The lines of the architecture that draws
light question us.
Luminous picture windows, but like blind eyes, stairs that
drive us to a non place, walls upholstered with windows
surrounding us with a sky that seems to close over our heads.
Tunnels without exit, columns that multiply like in a
parlour of mirrors.
We are in a labyrinth, we stop, we sharpen our ears trying
to decipher an echo in the silence.
We only hear the beating of our heart, hammering restless.
In a time of overwhelming proliferation of images, we are
unarmed in front of this series of photos. With our senses
alert, trying to decipher the enigma that they represent.
Almost always empty spaces that cause a sense of estrangement.
What place is that?, Where is it?, Who inhabits it?
With impeccable technique and exquisite sensitivity,
the photos of Abraham invite us
to an unusual tour. Not as spectators,
but as hunters that deviate from their path and
attend a discovery. Something that was there,
expecting to uncover the veil of the time.
Valeria Bellusci