La esperanza se muere la
última.
At a first sight, I had the impression that Kasia Derwinska's photos are tragic. Pessimistic. Beautiful. Still sad.
It's been already more than one year since I discovered her in the digital artist universe. And now, looking at her creations, I can sense a deeper meaning, an inner reflection of one's self in an artificial solitude. The truth is the hardest challenges we have are inside us, the place where we are -and feel- naked and genuine.
The most dramatic reality that we face it is the one when we keep our eyes shut and allow the journey to the profound ego start.
I always tend to associate artistic photos with literature. It is like small parts of me unite in order to create a bounded universe, a certain emotion that involves more of my senses, visual, audio- they all reverberate. This time, Catrin Welz Stein's digital creations reminded me of Octavio Paz' poem, E"l Desconocido".
And because no translation can't do it justice, I let you hear the Spanish musicality and harmony of these verses. It doesn't even matter if you don't understand the lines, look at the pictures and feel the vibe and rhythm of the words.
"La noche es verde, vasta y silenciosa.
La noche es morada y azul.
Es de fuego y es de agua.
La noche es de mármol negro y de humo.
En sus hombros nace un río que se curva,
una silenciosa cascada de plumas negras."
Octavio Paz
