The Oscillating

The Oscillating #1, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #2, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #3, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #5, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #6, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #7, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #8, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #10, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #11, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #18, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #18, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #20, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #23, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #23, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #26, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #28, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #31, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #32, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

The Oscillating #38, 2023.
29.7 x 21 cm. Indian ink,
acrylic ink, and gouache on paper.

Foreground Oscillations

 

What does a face conceal and reveal? Oscillations. Lack of stability, hesitation, insecurity? Carolina Rocha will say indeterminacy. All the oscillations that give name to each of the pieces exhibited are what cannot be determined. They are actually faces of indeterminacy or faces indeterminate by contexts and because one can never predict what the living will do. Not because it is mired in doubt, which paralyzes thought, but because the living is oscillating, does not decide immediately, has several possibilities of decision which makes this indeterminacy exciting, productive, quite different from being paralyzing.

 

The faces patented here are of agony, sadness, but are they? Aren’t they myths that live within us as a result of a society that instills these… fears in us from a young age? Aren’t we subject to myths throughout our lives? The external world as if it transforms into a projection of the inner world, and not as fiction, although also as fiction.

 

The contemporary human being has the clear sensation that the world – now clearly called the “external world” – can be the product of acts of will, of thought, of human language on the political and educational level, as the perception generalizes that the decisions of singular elements – which can be called subjects – construct the world.

What do we do with fear? Do we mask it? Do we hide? Do we transform? And if fear also comes disguised? Facified? Carolina shows various faces of this facified fear, fears that make us oscillate between perception and action resulting in a kind of vertigo as defined by Milan Kundera in the work “The Unbearable Lightness of Being”: “Vertigo is not the fear of falling, it is something else. It is the voice of the void beneath us that attracts and bewitches us, the desire to fall from which we defend ourselves afterwards with terror.” In the manifestation of an action that does not materialize, its substitute arises: an emotion that has degenerated. And there are so many degenerations that the artist exposes… there are so many fears that inhabit each being when they realize their unsustainability.

 

In a way, each piece is a mirror where we see ourselves. Painted in A4 and A3 format with India ink, acrylic paint, and gouache, each stroke made is a copy of what never happened, the chosen colors emerge mixed with promises that were never made in a society that seems like a canvas scribbling a horizon painted in light and shadow. That deliberate yellow, a mixture of joy with illness, is the veiled face in a whole of foreground oscillations that, in the repetition of being viewed, seem to lose human traits and have the strangest capacity – to de-individualize, de-communicate, and de-socialize the face. The foreground here is intensity.

 

Text by Pedro Arrifano published in the catalog of the exhibition “The Oscillating” held at the Ante-Sala and Salão da BASE, 2023.

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