Estas piezas de arena muestran una drástica economía de los colores, rota mediante la utilización de un polvo atmosférico y multitud de fragmentos de cristales, repartidos por todo el cuadro. La pintura, concebida como un todo indivisible, desplaza ahora el espacio real para emprender un nuevo recorrido hacia su propia autonomía. Lo fenomenológico de estas obras alberga cuestiones relacionadas con la mirada, la percepción y el tacto. Se vislumbran con claridad, las huellas de las brochas arrastrando el color, o unos dedos que arañan la pintura en su superficie, logrando más que un efecto, una atmósfera, una sensación material. La materia negruzca, con reflejos brillantes e iridiscentes se dispone sobre una superficie agitada llena de partículas de arena y polvo de color que hacen de esta nueva pintura un conjunto de operaciones mayor. Y no se trata tanto de una arena excavada y extraída de la tierra sino de otra, más misteriosa que, en palabras del artista, flota y cae.

Considering that time passed is really no time.

At once moving and at rest.

At once another point and the absolute

centre     from which all motion sets pace,

in the way that one point turning sets all other

points turning. In the way that one motion

sets the universe in motion, and the in and out

breath of the wind    here     is one

with the gestural breath.

The pigment meets the canvas’s inertia and

is forever set still     or so it seems.

The apparent stillness of the whole

expresses    a potential motion. All that can

move   moves at once.

And purple, rising as particulate matter,

breaks the surface of the canvas as does yellow,

which sprays southwards and fades,

as blue springs from orange, as space from

a single point, and noise from silence.

And with this train of opposites time becomes

the mirror of eternity, and all that is real,

unreal.

The canvas. Yes.     Bodied and unbodied.

Harbours the effect of waves of thought

rippled, fingers running through the surface,

the water’s embrace.

As bodies of water, embraced by earth,

learn to be still.

And the slow and heavy forces press stone

into smoothness and clarity. The resulting

shatters of glass make their movements.

Matter moves through the thickness of space.

Because it all moves, like the smoke of our

existence left behind after all our trying.

Which might leave a useful pattern for those

coming after us in its whirling. Of particles

that dance and touch the mind which

takes on the dance.

The Movements, Vanessa Onwuemezi, in Thilo Heinzmann, published by Scheidegger and Spiess, 2025