Latino Art Museum

Caminos de Espejos

Curated by Eva Malhotra

This exhibition explores the analogy of art as a mirror, with its various implications. Mirrors reflect reality or truth, but they also distort, or otherwise give an inaccurate picture of what is tangibly real. Consider the effect produced by a curved mirror, a broken one, a slanted one, a dirty one, a house of mirrors. Imagine the ways in which water falsifies what it reflects. One can put a straight stick in water and find that it appears crooked. Mirrors frequently contort or otherwise misrepresent, as does art. Art can be realistic, or it can be entirely artificial, the fancy of the artist.


We are thus reminded that the words "art" and "artifice" have a common root and are highly intertwined concepts: Art is necessarily not reality itself because otherwise it would not be separate from it. It would be absorbed into that which we call reality. So then, what is art and what are its aims? It may be a representation or bastardization of truth. In this context, artifice is highly useful. It separates art from other things and thereby allows one to use it in self-expression, in a way that does not require language, or that uses a different, extra-ordinary language. Art is not ancillary or secondary to language, rather it's another thing altogether. By comparing art to a mirror, we are forced to consider the implications of such an analogy, in which art may be truth or fiction.


In Aristotle's thinking, art can be a distorted representation of reality, but one which is in some ways more true than reality, or otherwise one that can bring us closer to the truth. According to this view, reality and truth are apart from one another. However, art doesn't always aim to tell the truth or to represent reality.  When we consider how art has historically been applied, we recognize that it hasn't always set itself the task of representing what is real in the world. In the Renaissance, for example art's aim was to improve upon nature, which necessarily means that art wasn't intended to be merely reflexive or mimetic. Art, then, may be regarded as "truth" through the lens of someone's, or some culture's, sensibility.


The pieces shown in this exhibition explore this concept, and give us a complex understanding of artistic intentions, and the place of art. By examining what artists choose to depict, and the ways in which their subjects are depicted, we can better understand the impulses of both the individual and of society.

 

 

Arroyo Ceballos

 

Arroyo Ceballos

 

Akram Ighani

Namdarian

 

H.H.Hirsch


 

Blanca Milla

 

Delilah Benitez

 

Carla Bressan

Ma Eugenia Sancho

 
 


Linda St. Angelo 

 

Aurora Gonzalez

Joao Padrao


Jose Dominguez

 

Marisa Vadillo


Mai Jimenez

 

Oscar Sanchez

 

Manuel Ma Moreno

 

Marcos Dorado

 

Nicholette Kominos

 
 

Maryla Dabrowski

 

Marisol Gutierrez

 

 

Pilar Arranz

Rafael Morejon

Sandra Hiromoto

Nieves Garcia

 

Pilar Segura

 

Sonia Talukder

Sunanda Chatterjee

 

Ma Carmen Jimenez

 

Marcos Lutyens

 

Susana Monartirsky

Xan Vieito

 

Sandra Bonet

 
 

David Balvin

Rhea Vital

Fran Lezama Perrier


 

Carla Chavez


 

Marisabel Bazan

 


 

 

Del Carmen Valero

 

 


 

 BINARY STAR


Golden spiral diamond dust
passing through walls made of dreams
Exchanged orbit mirroring light
Our company woven into a Binary
Let this dance throw us beyond the ends of time
Even when the furthest galaxies expire
Forget us not

It's when the heart glitters like the stars
And a deep voice recons without sound
All seems as real as memory
The magnetic pull plays both estranged and familiar
Someone must have said:
"This life fulfills a prophecy. No love misplaced."

Summer Winter Solstice
Equally on time as Equinox
The ensemble of heavenly bodies moves accordingly
So love is never late
This very second was once wished upon

A perfecting display


Yi-Ping
09*12*2011
Harvest Moon


Ciega frente el espejo

desgarro en un rito

el secreto de mi exilio.

 

Desconozco el origen

de mi nombre,

mi sombra lo grita sin piedad.

 

El hambre de mis huesos

me atenaza.

 

La tentación de mi muerte

me  acaricia el cabello y

ofrendo la respiración

en el lívido segundo

del estertor.

                                     Mar Ruiz