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Plantes (2011)


PERE FORMIGUERES, WITHOUT INTERMEDIARIES


This text should not start like this, probably It would have not to start even would have not to exist. It is not necessary to talk about what it does not exist, about what it does not want to exist, about what we are hardly able to see, about what only appears to us on the stage of intuition. Someone more knowledgeable would say that poetry would be the most appropriate way to translate these images, using tools of "reading a picture" or "shooting a poem." But the images thanks to Pere Formiguera are visible were and are somewhere, Formiguera only shows us the way, he opens the door, turn on the light and gives the illusion that we're seeing! The images seem real, a reality full of speeches, of theories, but for a moment we are human, for a moment we see something! We accept that poetry would be the closest way of we are seeing, but Formiguera replaces the poet without writing poetry, he replaces the photographer without taking pictures, replaces the creator without make go of God, Formiguera appears to us this time without intermediaries, alone, without place for nudity, or to the emotions neither. Let alone for the audacity to point out the essential. Formiguera was or is in somewhere we did not know, we do not know, we do not need to ask where does he come from, how or why has done it, his answer is there, his answer eliminates the question but the dialogue continues, without miracles, without magic, without intermediaries, alone.


Fidel Balaguer

Text of the exhibition catalog