{"id":1,"date":"2011-03-23T11:03:16","date_gmt":"2011-03-23T11:03:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/catarinapintoleite.com\/?p=1"},"modified":"2019-03-07T20:29:33","modified_gmt":"2019-03-07T20:29:33","slug":"hello-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.catarinapintoleite.com\/en\/hello-world\/","title":{"rendered":"Questioning night\u2019s opacity 2003<\/span>"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Ref\u00fagio

Ref\u00fagio do Tempo (The Refuge of Time) \u2013 140 x 120 cm, oil on canvas, 2005<\/p><\/div><\/p>\n

A landscape can be a place of intimate restlessness, as told by the very personal nature of Catarina Pinto Leite\u2019s paintings. Representation is then disconnected from conventional coordinates, traditional perspective is altered, matter gains new consistencies, views merge or intertwine according to the forces dictated by an immemorial lyric and oneiric impulse, while light is reinvented as a brief shine which irrupts unexpectedly from the reverse side of day or from the shadows in a mute suspension, here and there allowing a glimpse<\/em> into the unnamable and the forbidden.<\/p>\n

Catarina revisits nocturnal tonalities that trespass the atmosphere and which Caspar David Friedrich would have been happy to explore, and finds muted romantic echoes, made from vibrations and reverberations which evoke the famous cadencies of G\u00e9rard de Nerval: \u201cMa seule \u00e9toile est morte, \u2013 et mon luth constell\u00e9 \/ Porte le soleil noir de la M\u00e9lancholie\u201d. Because these paintings speak of a transparently<\/em> organized melancholy, through the intermittent darkness and the luminosity of its occasional \u201csoleils noirs\u201d, in its propositions of incessant drift between the inside and the outside, between world and soul, in numerous presences, scintillations and resonances of a radical solitude, in their own transitions from the spatialized fluids into the incrustations and densities of matter.<\/p>\n

These are marks, blotches, effusions which are segregated and spread like a time of silent glazes, proceed with subtle musicality, and float half-way between the gestural, the informal, the expressionist, with some more sporadic referential morphologies and suggestions\u2026 In them, there are traces of what could have been planes and seas of an obscurely and obstinately persecuted memory, fantastic clouds, mountains of shadows and emptiness, in its space-times which are magically built (hypnosis? hallucination?) as refuges of the solitary being and as the opening of visionary horizons.<\/p>\n

If we continue to stare at them, the mind is filled with \u00a0more loose fragments of poems, like the bitter \u201cyesterday the sun set and the night fell\u201d of the sestina by Bernardim, or the fatal \u201ceclipse in which the sun will suffer\u201d from the sonnet by Cam\u00f5es. But, whichever way we look at them, these paintings, which are ways of representing the night, also put in question night\u2019s own opacity.<\/p>\n

Vasco Gra\u00e7a Moura.
\nNovember 2003<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A landscape can be a place of intimate restlessness, as told by the very personal nature of Catarina Pinto Leite\u2019s paintings. Representation is then disconnected from conventional coordinates, traditional perspective is altered, matter gains new consistencies, views merge or intertwine according to the forces dictated by an immemorial lyric and oneiric impulse, while light is […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-publicacoes"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catarinapintoleite.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catarinapintoleite.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catarinapintoleite.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catarinapintoleite.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catarinapintoleite.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.catarinapintoleite.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1122,"href":"https:\/\/www.catarinapintoleite.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1\/revisions\/1122"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catarinapintoleite.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catarinapintoleite.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catarinapintoleite.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}