Maritime Station

by Pato Bosich


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Oil on Board
46 x 46 cm
Unframed
2013

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Are these women ironing the Sea ? Are we assisting a playground of giants where wooden ships are just toys of journeying fancies? 
The waters are calm, the ocean is not going away yet, it will soon depart taking with it these bathers and all that elation that once was. Time has stopped, everything is an even watery terrain, there is time to play still. The field of vision is wide, enabling the recovering of every dream, everything has been impregnated with calm and joy. 

Maritime Station brings about voices and echoes of the Dutch sea landscapes together with the ‘bathers’ tradition, both themes which are here given a new life from a contemporary perspectie.

This work is from the ongoing series, "Netherworld" which started in 2013 in which the artist introduce us to worlds of playful and dreamlike juxtapositions. Landscapes, characters, objects and situations are taken out of context, re invented and re scaled, transforming their interaction into poetic apparitions. In many ways the series can be also understood as a dialogue with the History of painting. This has been informed by his weekly visit to draw at the National gallery in London. Many a landscape of the Old Masters appear and interacts with memories and evocative fictions.

The sea appears constantly in this series, often as an allegory of the efficacy of time. they corrode, trespass and sooth substances and people, penetrating and destroying their form. The maternal vastness of the ocean continues beyond the horizon; it is the immense and inarticulable presence of time.The people in turn, inhabit spaces in continuous desegregation, knocked off their centre, lacking a stable identity, they are transformed into points of view which have lost their firmness. They are always what is about to become in landscapes where nothing is static and reality is in continuous change.

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