How terrible can it be to observe and understand nothing? Going back and return to the questions and look with horror no answers come. What an ambivalent experience, so attractive and frustrating. Every second trying to fill a bundle of knowledge with the desire of someday calling it wisdom. A really extensive path that gradually reveals the portent of being infinite. It is a way that overflows books and shows at each step new spaces in the dark. So mind-boggling and addictive is the desire to know; so fascinating and difficult is to turn on the lights of those dark areas. Then the artist arrives with his flickering candelabra; intermittency that hypnotizes the eye and captivates irremediably. The moments of light are ephemeral and in it lies the need to return again and again in search of new meanings. This is José Luis Fariñas with his universe of fragile lines that stretch, entangle and cut as if it were neuro-extensions. Tentacles of jellyfish that seduce and embellish and burn at the same time in their compositional complexity and tropological richness.
Almost unconsciously, the repertoire of experiences opens up and the mind begins to weave images and sensations. The agglomerations of signs slip away in a kind of cognitive avalanche that causes the flow of ideas to be endless. The farinian universe tends to place main characters, which are visible from a fantastic and esoteric aesthetic. Figures that coexist with monstrous-looking creatures arbitrarily arranged by a line that never seems to end. Garden of delicacies, which grows on this occasion, under an ocher and aged atmosphere. Bodies of feeble and ethereal aspect that are assembled with each other in apparent movement, almost like machinery. Then, in the discursive operative, the remanences of those Flemish masters who marked the History of Art in the Netherlands begin to be perceptible.
Author of a surreal world, illustrator of torments and nightmares, the artist suggests the existence of an afterlife. Spaces where subjectivity is the only thing that leads to understanding and where even the origin of the dream is close to death. Cruel expression that comes from the grotesque and corroded faces. Tearing aspect that causes dodging the look. Eyes wide open, perhaps it is not the blinking but the intermittence of José L. Fariñas.