(English) Nuria Armengol: Cultivating Painting
A friend describes in words a photograph he has taken and which he cannot show me, and an image arises within me of which I make a drawing on paper.
Driving around a city, I catch sight of two young people talking while sitting opposite one another on a stone bench, with the gesture I have been looking for without success during the months I have been sketching around that idea. Two different moments in time to which, a posteriori, I can trace the birth of a painting. I paint the visions I imagine. I give concrete shape to what is nothing more than the flash of an idea in my head. The idea germinates, emerges into the light as does a tiny shoot breaking through its seed hull. An so I begin the process of cultivation which may last weeks, months or years until it grows and develops into an adult painting. I am to feed it with thoughts to complete it, with the choosing of the right materials, with decisions on which will be the hues of its palette, which elements are to compose it and which to dismiss,… and I must stain my hands with colour, like the farmer with the earth, colours which, as are ochres, are the earth itself. I will listen to the advice given by others who also cultivate painting, both living and dead, since as I was born of my parents, my ideas are born of my culture. I am to be constant with the attention I dedicate to my painting, and I must also know when to let it rest, just as we must let cultivated land lie fallow from time to time and respect the cycles of fertility marked by the seasons. And one day I will have before me an adult painting which will have evolved just like a tree. Perhaps its shade will offer coolness to the viewer, comforting and accompanying them on their journey. By cultivating that tree which is my painting, I will also have cultivated my care and consideration, patience, industriousness, exactitude, spontaneity and improvisation; I will have valued what the earth offers me when the light changes on its skin, and I will have learned to appreciate the art that so many before have cultivated. The cultivation of painting through the years will have cultivated me.