UN MURO MÁS ALLÁ
Notes for Un muro más allá [A Wall Beyond]
A wall that is dark and sleek, rusty red
A wall that is stone, amorphous and precipitating
A wall that is cartographic
A wall and a horizon
A wall and a horizon on the frontier
A wall that is all skin and bones, that is led by its materiality
A horizon that is tactile, solid, invisible
(mark and erase)
A horizon that is topographic
A wall that is topographic
A wall of a cave, slippery and darkened by caresses
And touchstones to learn more, and more, and more
And the plains of abstract spirit
And a horizon blindly trusting
A horizon elevated
A horizon always remade, relocated, realigned
A horizon convex and a wall concave
A wall embraced
A wall of diamond shadow
(most cave drawings were made by women)
And scales, thin and metallic, intimately hexagonal
(mark and erase)
And the sky on the ground, literally, on the ground
And the mountains too, the mountains and the mountain
A horizon that is inorganic
(organic molecules can also be created by non-biological processes)
A horizon of the future awaits, fast asleep
And the tools opposite
(mark and erase)
And the hands that are painted
And the world that exists: ivory, carbon, nucleus, and bark
And a wall that is endless and lumpy
A wall that is licked and dripping mirrored black
A wall that is sheltering encroaches, cavernous and worn from rubbing
And a pigment that is absorbent, mole gray, burnt sienna and soot
(mark and erase)
Another horizon, a horizon that is not a line, a quick glance alights, and another and another
And stampedes of fossil elephants
And maps of light
And the edge that marks and marks
And steel writings
And the dusty white cloak
And the smoke rock, stretching like sea clouds
Wall and horizon
Max Gómez Canle
Buenos Aires, june 2018
Elena Loson works in two clearly defined and neighboring territories: the surface of the canvas or of the paper and her studio. The material universe with which she moves into those territories is also limited, just graphite, pencil, and ink. Elena also foregoes color, making use of a subtle palette of shades of black and a finite collection of gray, light blue, and tan pencils. She has even relinquished the referential image that once inhabited her drawings and paintings. In these most recent works, there is no writing or recognizable sign, no figuration of anything with an idea prior to the line placed on the surface. Delving still deeper into a panorama riddled with restrictions, she makes use of basic, almost residual, exercises, elemental drawing with a line that comes and goes, and everything that is usually rendered at the edges of works of art or on surfaces discarded as superfluous. Against the grain of more “intentional” approaches to the creation of art where the physical and instrumental act is understood as the medium that conveys images and symbols, Elena engages in the more concrete and basic actions of her craft. For her, to paint or to draw has come to be the same as to clean paint rollers, to test and wear out pencils, or to smooth ink over a surface. Her image is her method."
Setting out to wander in this apparent desert, Elena has managed to caress infinity. Fumbling around in the knowledge that only repetition affords variation, only detachment provides release, her basic catalogue of tools has given shape to a series of actions whose creative capacity seems endless. Guided by this sort of studio archeology that, somewhat intuitively, came to form a project—the study of the space of her own remains, the space that she inhabits—she embarked on endless exploration of the appearance and disappearance of images, of the transformation of matter into image, of the negation of the principle according to which there is a hierarchical relationship between work surface, action, and finished image. There are many responses, in her work, to the question who activates whom.
If Elena’s initial concern was what to put on the canvas or paper or—as she says—“how the material goes beyond its nature, exceeds its dimension to move into the symbolic field of the image,” the result is a series of pieces where the exercise of working with what’s at hand—using a roller bathed in ink to trace the remains of material left under a piece of paper or repeating a simple act until the pencils are completely worn out or the stick of graphite breaks—reveals geographies, represents the space inhabited according to the natural and human forces that shape it. In its strict simplicity, her work brings forth voice and silence, vigor and exhaustion, transparency and opacity; it summons the vague area between the present and what we see, the endless nuances of the space between emptiness and fullness, between before and after the act of framing and of staining in all their intensities. Elena lifts up and leaves traces. Her drawings become mists, atmospheres that blur the horizon and gravity that provide us with order, juxtaposition of image and of act that renders everything not only figure, but also pure and deep background.
Buenos Aires, September 2016
The journey, in its dissimilar meanings, activates a new emotional cartography which tolerates a dislocation in the perception, a strangeness that shapes a new topology where the senses tie in a fashion different from the quotidian. It brings a foreignness condition, with declinations on the extra-ordinary, which only suffices if a dissimilar perception is placed within the common horizon of expectations.
Thus, the experience of being foreign admits the doubts about the given, about certainties and reconciles with the contingency arising from an imbalance. It enables an adjustment of identity, in which we traditionally recognize ourselves, to reshape into a situational foreignness, into a transition with diverse implications. Eres polvo, Elena Loson’s exhibition, shows pieces meddling in the topics of territorial occupation, disoccupation and reoccupation related to this notion, as well as the negotiations inherent to the instance of detachment where common perception seems, if only for a few seconds or an eternity, to be suspended and suggestion seems to become present.
Eres polvo, therefore, shows drawings which represent toy animals, serialized mass-consumption products, in transit. Zebras, hippos, elephants, gorillas and camels seen from the front, the side, the top, and the bottom…there are no peculiarities here, simply the representation of types, of animals that are alien to our everyday life which could only be seen in representations or in captivity at a zoo.
And moose. The animal which escapes this reconnaissance group of precise geographical boundary, with the components and shades of abstraction, fantasy and imagination Africa holds as a continent. What is a moose doing here? It operates as a symbol of the implemented operations. It is the foreigner among foreigners, the tip from which to pull to untie this entanglement.
Loson works with graphite. With it, she marks the line, and also, covers surfaces. She does not pursue a magical representation, but a plausible one, thus signaling the two-dimensional quality of support and operations implemented in every case. The proportion between size and motifs structures narrative where transit or exhaustion is shown in two specific areas: one dominated by color, the other, by black and white. In turn, she operates with the residue of the creative process of a work of art and reutilizes it as a procedure print, as well as a topic. She shows traces of the operations used enabling, once again, the opening to the notion of foreignness. By showing the residue, she points out its poetic qualities which, in a tautological dynamic, refracts in the surprise of the looks when you gaze at them. And it is here, thus, where foreignness coexists with us daily.
Sebastián Vidal Mackinson
Buenos Aires, July 2015
The dust for the part / the part for the dust
“All that is solid melts into air”, said the philosopher when he spoke about modernity, about the once contemporary culture and its constant destruction. But then is that tiny and unmade part the one that easily rises up on the air and, as a cluster of thoughts and energy, stays there, waiting, a long while before vanishing.
Before disintegrating into a body that’s not only body but also capability. As a part, it still recalls to itself and more –than itself. And expands sharing sense to reconstruction.
A whole is restored by that part which, as the ruin, is able to impose a task to the thinking: to make a new construction without precedents, that stretches out sharing and spreading its incomplete nature in it, such that’s neither lack nor fracture but only unfinished.
Then the work, that openness and particularity space, reveals as a new attempt enrolled into the relentless human endeavor to understand the universe.
The universe and life and the history of life, that is not possible to reproduce reality and, yet, it exists. When the sun bursts into darkness, somehow it seems like the air has been solidified. Thus are emerging the certainties that finish to settle those solid floating particles over planes, forms, backgrounds, contrasts, silhouettes, cuttings, of the parts and the whole.
That develops from one, no other than itself. A concentration of elements, graphics, characters, sometimes marching, sometimes in shadows, sometimes absence, sometimes transfer. The whole, strengthen in making. Because it is not possible to talk about what is named if it hasn’t been made, it is in practice where that space into which immensity inhabits emerges and appears to others.
The vast for what is one, in the part and by the whole. From dust the work that’s not end, but round, not product, but evidence of the making. Of the hand and the handmade, of the human by time and distance to make it imperceptible.
The gap doesn’t show in the graphics or the colors in shape, the rope and the remnants are condition for the inexplicable. Far from mere form, the work is at the same time idea, sense, and display of a sense that becomes expansion and latency of something more than the unnamed.
If the name isn’t more than lack of precision to refer to the same, the work is classification that moves the thinking, symptom of the hand that –as its speaks– expands for the other to –as he hears– find the absolute with it. The work is act and convergence of free sense elaboration and pure self-destruction.
Of the substance that grounded into very small particles still shows it essence. To knowledge by the proof reaching the synthesis. The unseen in the known. Identity into small masses of color that take over the outlined and under-graphite disappeared format, into the silhouette of the animalario, whose absence reminds us the moment of its creation.
Reproduction of the road blindly and distantly walked, compelling the invention of the new and the same, which inverts and reverts in the sheet and on the wall. A universe organized in shape and rest, ink and reverse, mold and figure. The truth cannot be found further from experience.
Of discovery as from the hand escapes the thinking, origin, result and return of the process, metaphor of that un-evitable dismissal. From the start the round, and the part for the dust. The whole is not at the origin but there’s possibility.
Fernanda Aránguiz M.
Santiago de Chile, July 2015
 By Marshall Berman, published in New York in 1982.