Abstraction in Action Rafael Reveron-Pojan https://abstractioninaction.com/artists/rafael-reveron-pojan/
Translated from Spanish

Some notes about the politics in my work, called “automatic architectures…”

Join together, get shelter, protection, appropriation. Appropriation of the space, creation of place, object.

Attachment.

To demolish,

To build…

“All build-up is refuge against danger.”

Flavio de Carvalho | Rio de Janeiro | 1899-1973

To a large extent, my work lies beneath like an architecture, as a strategy of ideological appropriation of space, the conquest of place, of the object, of the contained body… Do not think, do not live, do not feel… Let me build you, win that battle of “abitare,” I build you and think you, I appropriate you, live in you, in your space, in that space in between which surrounds you, that makes you, that molds you, configures you, and figures you.

The “Empty Box” becomes imposed in its abstraction, its economy knows no rival, and its synthesis is undefeated. That subdivided, fragmented, quadratic, cubic, universal, reproducible, “built-up” space. Optimal, minimal.

The ultimate ending: winning

territory,

defeat the

weak.

Totalitarianism of the majority; nothing and no one can win the battle over this cubic formula…

Place,

Home.

My “automatic architectures,” are conceived as models of “creation and destruction.” Their origin is tangentially dominated by patterns, actions around the notion of “appropriation.” To make myself one with space, place, and object, through a predetermined and preconceived model. An ideological, formal structure that models actions. To think of void as a structural content, is that border between collapse and equilibrium of content and container… Lines that intersect, supremacy battles between horizontality and verticality of space, of the object and its drifts. The imminence of matter to be transformed into an object, regroup and reconcile as a new form. To join spaces… imposing the plural to the singular, to the individual… Making the indivisible visible. To join as defense, not as addition. Build up to distract, to sublimate, to delete, eliminate, destroy.

Lines draw themselves in a describing without writing. As with the spiral, the constructive space is an internal ideology; its limit emerges on every layer, from intimacy.

To build and destroy. Collapsing is not an improper accident of the structure, but an inevitable stage of existence itself. Collapse, implosion, deflation… Strategies in the poetics of the terminal. To build and destroy. Modernist therapy of an infinitely delayed agony. Running an incomplete defeat.

Matter is raw, quotidian, on the verge, cyclical, re-oriented, re-conceived, resented, re-lived… Every skin suggests its needlework, its stitches… in its reusing, a corner disappears; it’s filed down, making its own way, its exile. To sew and undo… String together and undo, and gain aerial space, the dream of “flying,” of the suspended, the pending. Always an imminent departure, or loss. Stringing together without completing the fabric… Weaving looms without instructions. Too many complications for the pre-functions. Improvisation of survival, of error, of the everyday, of the doing without thinking, of being without being, without permanence.

Today, the promised paradise… Looks more like hell.

I do not see, I do not speak, I do not listen, I do not feel…

I do not exist.

I only

Exist

For

The

Promised

“Paradise.”

 

Algunas notas sobre las políticas asumidas por mi trabajo en las llamadas “arquitecturas automáticas”…

Aglomerar, refugiarse, protegerse, apropiarse. Apropiación del espacio, creación del lugar, objeto.

Apego.

Demoler,

construir…

“Toda aglomeración es un refugio contra un peligro”.

Flavio de Carvalho | Rio de Janeiro | 1899-1973

En gran medida mi obra subyace como una arquitectura, como una estrategia de apropiación ideológica del espacio, la conquista del lugar, del objeto, del cuerpo contenido… No pienses, no vivas, no sientas… Déjame construirte, ganarte esa batalla del “abitare”, yo te construyo y te pienso, me apropio de ti, vivo en ti, en tu espacio, en ese intersticio que te bordea, que te hace, te moldea, te configura, te figura.

La “Caja vacía” se impone, en su abstracción, su economía no tiene adversarios, su síntesis esta invicta. Ese espacio subdividido, fragmentado, “cuadrático”, cúbico, universal, reproducible, “aglo-merable”. Optimo, mínimo.

El fin supremo: ganar

territorio,

vencer al

débil.

Totalitarismo de las mayorías, nadie, ni nada, puede ganarle la batalla a esta fórmula cúbica…

Lugar,

hogar.

Mis “arquitecturas automáticas”, se piensan como modelos del “crear y destruir”, su génesis viene dominada tangencialmente por patrones, acciones en torno a la noción de “apropiación”. Hacerme con el espacio, el lugar, el objeto a través de un modelo predeterminado, pre-pensado. Una estructura ideológica, formal, que modela las acciones. Pensar en el vacío como contenido estructural, es ese filo entre el colapso y el equilibrio del contenido y el contenedor… Líneas que se entrecruzan, batallas de supremacías entre la horizontalidad y la verticalidad del espacio, del objeto, de sus derivas. Esa inminencia de la materia por transformarse en objeto, reagruparse y conciliar una nueva forma. Aglomerar espacios… imponiendo lo plural a lo singular, al individuo… Haciendo invisible lo indivisible. Aglomerar como defensa, no como sumatoria. Aglomerar para distraer, para sublimar, para borrar, eliminar, destruir.

Las líneas se dibujan solas, es un describir sin escribir. Como en el caracol, el espacio constructivo es una ideología interna, su límite emerge capa a capa desde la intimidad.

Construir-destruir. El colapsar no es un accidente impropio de la estructura, es una fase inevitable de la existencia misma. Colapso, implosión, deflación… Estrategias en las poéticas de lo terminal. Construir-deconstruir. Terapia modernista de una agonía retardada al infinito. Gestión de una derrota inacabada.

La materia, es cruda, cotidiana, al borde, cíclica, re-orientada, re-pensada, re-sentida, re-vivida… Cada piel sugiere su costura, su punto y cruz… en el re-usar, la esquina desaparece, se lima, se hace su propio camino, destierro. Coser y descoser… Hilar y des-hilar y ganar el espacio aéreo, el ensueño de “lo volador”, de lo sus-pendido, colgante, siempre inminente partida, perdida. Hilar sin llegar nunca a completar la tela… Telares sin instrucciones, demasiadas complejidades para las pre-funciones. Improvisación de la supervivencia, del error, del cotidiano, del hacer sin pensar, del ser sin estar, sin permanencia.

Hoy, el paraíso prometido… Parece más un infierno.

No veo, no hablo, no escucho, no siento…

No existo.

Solo

existo

para

el

“paraíso”

prometido.

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January 21, 2015