Revisualizing visual art is one of my concerns. In other words, I’d like for the visual not to depend on verbal explanations. The visual alone impacts the soul and those who look receive in their gaze its intensity by osmosis.
Raquel Rabinovich’s soil paintings trigger in my eye/mind a sacral intensity. I feel their skin soft and rugged as an ancestral sheet that pulsed on my body while I was born and will cover me when I am dust.
Her delicate hand attaches the soil to a surface and transforms it into a primal presence outlined by clear yet uneven margins—it becomes a territory of the mind.
After the ritual of looking, I then learn that the soils in so many colors issue from rivers far and near, the rivers that for centuries were gods for the people who dwelled next to them. Their mud was carried from far far away by messenger travelers to be delivered in Raquel’s place of metamorphosis. This knowledge extends my sight like an echo around the Earth. So, the visual is multiplied into an imagination of ancient journey to the endless aimless just being here, a considerate attentive gift to those who may stop for a moment and look.
—Lucio Pozzi
