SUSANNE THEMLITZFar away. Unveiled. To the wind

Exhibition
5 Sep – 3 Oct 2020

Opening
Saturday, September 5, 15:00

Free admission

Always unborn

Óscar Faria

In the center of the room I pictured an athanor, that cosmic oven used to maintain an uniform temperature in order to allow time for transmutation. From that core, everything would radiate. The shadows on the walls would only confirm the event: a subtle change in the atmosphere, a slight change in color, a trivial expansion of space – little nothings only measured over the years. Everything was identical, though these microscopic metamorphoses made all the difference.

The letter "a", for example, pointed to a beginning, which was repeated until dissolved, thus losing its origin. The titles followed one another and were always failing, because what they grabbed soon gave rise to another state, more solid, more liquid. Basically, this place could be described from its karstic atmosphere. The corrosion of rocks lives in the drawings, as these inhabit the succession of days, sometimes solar, very often of persistent rain. The night was crossed by speed.

A Suzuki, I immediately thought, opening a clearing to welcome the rotations of an ancient thought: “The inner world has no limits and the outer world is also unlimited. We say ‘inner world’ and ‘outer world’, but in reality, there is only one world. In this world without limits, the throat is a sort of swinging door. The air moves in and out like someone passing through a swinging door. If you think ‘I breathe’, the word ‘I’ isn´t necessary. There is no you to say ‘I’. What we call ‘I’ is just a swinging door that moves when we inhale and exhale. It just moves, that’s all. When your mind is pure and calm enough to follow this movement, there is nothing: neither ‘I’, nor the world, nor mind, nor body. Just a swinging door.”

I spent days trying to memorize these drawings. Like someone who fixes lines in the theater, I started to repeat each line, each tone, each movement, until I knew them by heart. I associated each one with a song, allowing to differentiate them through their rhythms. Apri le luci, e mira (Vivaldi), Zefiro Torna (Monteverdi), Chi non sente (Riccardo Broschi), Vertigo (Joseph-Nicolas-Pancrace Royer), Territory (The Blaze), I contain multitudes (Bob Dylan), My Rajneesh (Sufjan Stevens), etc. Sliding, open to the palm trees and the pine forest, through which the sea comes and goes, the door let in the nor-northwest wind, between 10 to 15 km / h.

An wasp, slow as summer, hummed on the tar, and I read: "It deposited the air in the nostrils/ and the wire was stretched from one end to the other." Drawings write. They collapse on words. In a torrent. With a spelling that recalls childhood. And the letter "A" comes back to make us go back to the beginning, to that time without temperature, without smells, which unweaves with a light coming from the interior. Suzuki-Vespa: pollen that is transported through papers resting on the working table. Again, we read: “Far away the mountain Disappears / in the white. Steam / lies down. Slowly." The drawings are landscape: Hakuin Ekaku and Sengai Gibon.

I look down and find evidence that the place where I am was once the bottom of the sea. I take a plunge and reach the surface with my hands full of salt, corals, seaweed and shells. I also bring a starfish, a seahorse, a pearl and mussels. On the easels, the ocean is illuminated by an “A”, which hangs from the ceiling, a waning “A”, which also includes the chirping of crickets, the sweet aroma of carob trees, which is mixed with juniper, fennel of the sea, saltwort, shrubby orache and asteriscus maritimus. The sea air also brings the smell of sargassum and the roar of the trawlers' engines.

And the dawn is expanded between watery and the liquefaction of the founding letter. “There is nothing: neither ‘I’, nor the world, nor mind, nor body. Just a swinging door.” The space, already properly heated by the athanor, preserves the surrounding properties - humidity, atmospheric pressure, temperature - and everything starts to be consumed by that cosmic fire. Our conscience becomes drawing and this, in turn, changes into a landscape without geographical coordinates, only possible to be described by a letter, the “A”, which is a mountain disappearing in the mist, or by gestures that grab the meteorological intensities: hence the color patches, the circumvolutions, the precipitations, the strands of light, the scratches, the bubbles.

One day, Susanne sent me several possibilities for the exhibition’s title. I had to choose one. I chose “Far away. Unveiled. To the wind." The exhibition was transformed into an imagined alchemical laboratory. Tables, a scaffolding and a ladder welcome the results of Susanne Themlitz's experiments: drawings, woodcuts, sculptures. Through them the hermetic law of correspondence is confirmed: “What is above corresponds to what is below. What is inside corresponds to what is outside". Stone paper, canvas, plaster, sand, pencil, paint: everything serves to make nature appear transfigured into art. There are precarious balances in the installation, fragile as some works now revealed. There are also pieces that enhance analogies with the mineral world, while in others one can see a sky map.

Another feature to be highlighted in some drawings is the presence of text, which may consist of either brief notes with a strong poetic aspect, or detailed descriptions of nature and its elements. I cannot help seeing these works in the continuity of the Chinese landscape painting tradition, which was, especially between the 11th and 18th centuries, a form of meditation on the primitive cosmology of Absence and Presence. In these works, signed by Fan K’uan, Chao Meng-fu or Shih T'ao, the ideograms appear next to stones, skies, clouds, mountains and rivers. The words thus complete the image, however both elements underline only this dark enigma that reminds us only that we were not yet born. As the ancients used to say: "Always unborn".

Like Susanne Themlitz's work, born every time it is seen. “There is nothing: neither ‘I’, nor the world, nor mind, nor body. Just a swinging door.”

Susanne Themlitz (Lisbon, 1968) studied drawing and sculpture at AR.CO, between 1987 and 1993 and completed her master's degree in fine arts at the Kunstakademie in Dusseldorf, Germany, in 1995.
Her work evokes strategies of drawing, sculpture, photography, video, installation and painting. It is through these mediums that the artist develops a dreamlike world.
Her work is represented in several collections, national and international, namely Caixa Geral de Depósitos/Culturgest (PT), the Serralves Foundation Museum of Art (PT), the Alfredo Hertzog da Silva Collection (BR), the Calouste Gulbenkian Foundation (PT), the Carmona e Costa Foundation (PT), the EDP Foundation/MAAT - Museum for Art, Architecture and Technology (PT), the Perez Art Museum Miami (EUA) or the Santander Museum of Modern Art (SP), among others.

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Exhibition
5 Sep – 3 Oct 2020

Opening
Saturday, September 5, 15:00

Free admission