a movement upwards - as the sunrise. The horizon associated to “nascent”, the eastern position from where it is possible to see the sun rise. Also, revolutions, drastic and far-reaching changes in ways of thinking or behaving, transformations, modifications, cycles, triggers of the want or desire of something
Blasts of wind:
a sudden and violent increase in the intensity of the blow of the wind; gust of a significant amount of air; bursts of strong wind that can move things away from where they belong and transport them to uncommon contexts, even said to be disorganized or in a state of transformation
Plans to see the world:
when you plan, look forward to, devise maps, folds, and new times to live. When you no longer fit or when that which seems so far away becomes accomplishable on a simple note on your notebook.
By impulse, desire, or anguish of one who lives. For the want for a geography less intangible or distant, but as a form of communion with the places. For the want of a reason that would change the setting and open up a new horizon. Roberta Goldfarb travelled embracing dates, chance events, and the vertigo to throw herself into the abyss that is the world. Now, worlds later, she writes about what exists or, in other words, about how she perceived things existing, especially about all that is still alive not only in her plans or suppositions, but also in the throbbing and necessary plot of things, such as they are in the world, in lifestyles, and in differences.
With a style that drifts between a narrative about what seems imperceptible and a register of her own body in the places she mapped, Roberta Goldfard moved the pieces of a reality that transformed as she went along her way, with so many non-landings as points of reflection about a state of “being here” that could be anywhere.
For both, traveller/road, life fit in pockets, always incomplete, always searching, remodeling. Everywhere she went, she willed to go ahead and map horizons, cultures, prayers, landscapes, faces, characters, likings. In “Risings, blasts of wind or plans to see the world”, one observes details picked from her surroundings as a traveller: traces of a wanderer in poetic practice. Thus, your eyes catch a landscape of images, objects, sounds. In her fourth solo exhibit, you will see “Relicary”, a box that contains reminders, vestiges of such intense travelling time. From the objects contained in that box, as if a secret the artist wants to share, the sparks to create her works are born. Here, in this place that we now see, all that stays are memories and what is to come.