The paintings of E.B.
By Rito Ramón Aroche
That. Writing as a sign of deterioration… Painting. Paint that drips or stains – and doesn’t mirror. Already – not – mirrors. The writing (…) And there are some thickening, strata. Inclinations. E. B. says -he says us- and scribbles. He knows, or-does-not-know, that articulates. I remember Camus:<...we must break the fixed games of the mirror...>> That. A pantry that delimits a trace, a face -a Christ?- a certain telurgy…