A pencil or a brush stroke
defines the direction of the line
and its termination
that metamorphoses into an arrow
becomes suggestive
depending where it points on the body.
The stroke possesses numerous
senses of meaning and meaning of senses
that some of the time are intended
other times fortuitous
as the twitch of a cerebral signal
that through the hand and fingers
births a vague idea of what
the artist desires to communicate.
It shows at that moment
a psychological status
that is so unstable
as to be visually disruptive
especially when the line crosses
and loops and intersects itself
while spiraling in arbitrary directions.
as the streak twirls all over the paper
or simply confines itself to a corner
it forms at the end of its travels
an image that in turn is fluid
as is the psychological status of the viewer
at that moment.
It goes to say that between the creator
and the viewer the communication
at best is nebulous
especially when the drawn line
is completed not lifting the drawing utensil
therefore forming a continuous
open-ended labyrinth
of positive and negative spaces
permitting the mind to enter or escape
that is if it started from an optimistic
or pessimistic position and only when the artist
visualized silver cords connections
intersecting against a black stellar expanse
and like an arachnid reflecting its silky essence
the artist becomes that other creation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem