Fluir
If art is a language, Núria Guinovart’s work has already reached sufficient maturity to be able to express itself unambiguously. She does so by putting her eye and soul into this series of laminated cuts, of what could be (whatever) a chaos of oscillating rocks, of grains of granite, rice or sand, asteroids, cells and nodules submerged in a colloidal suspension in which the absence of volume or shadow provokes a sensual effect of weightlessness. Continue reading Núria Guinovart
