CRYPTA

Crypta is a small illustrated poetic booklet in which I explored visually and verbally themes that are important to my world view and art. It starts with a quote from a dictonary

 

Crypt: a subterranean chamber or vault, especially one beneath the main floor of a church, used as a burial place, a location for secret meetings, etc crypt early 15c., “grotto, cavern,” from L. crypta “vault, cavern,”

Cryptical: having hidden meaning; mystyfying; secret or occult

 

 In a church it is  then the core of holyness, where the rests of a saint are kept and worshipped, the hidden spiritual treasure that is in this and in the other world at the same time. From a secular point of view, it becomes that hidden, hardly accessible place that gives meaning and sense to the outer world, In a sense, it is a personal statement that intellectual sense making has its foundations in an ever changing intuitive anarchic imaginary, and a way to underline the ghostly nature of rational . A reality constituted by symbols that are ever mutating and changing, as if they were a forest surrounding us, as Baudelaire described in his poetry “correspondances”.

 

From a secular point of view, it becomes that hidden, hardly accessible place that gives meaning and sense to the outer world, In a sense, it is a personal statement that intellectual sense making has its foundations in an ever changing intuitive anarchic imaginary, and a way to underline the ghostly nature of what seems rational. A reality constituted by symbols that are ever mutating and changing, as if they were a forest surrounding us, an image that cames from the poetry “correspondances” by Baudelaire.

In ancient times, the crypt came under siege by the realm of words, without success.

Languages try to describe what escapes description

 

The world is a constant chaos

Boundaries are artificial lines

we can draw and redraw in our minds

 

Without ever capitulating to the total nothingness, the crypt has persisted in its its assiduous receptacle of fragments.

Ruins of meaning in perpetual movement and in the making

 

Symbols transcend words

don’t have a fixed meaning

they are avatars of a thousand sleeping spirits

 

Symbol, do you reveal anything at all, or do you create it?

Where do you end, where do you begin?

 

Does reality have a texture? I don’t know.

 

Every time you welcome me into your forest of symbols

 

Is meaning hidden or is its non-existence clear?

The crypt will never tell us, it will always hold back. The crypt does not speak and does not know how to.

 

Give me the keys, I want to enter

You’re confusing me you do not have doors, only labyrinthine corridors

 

How can I look for a key if there is no lock?

 

The crypt tears meanings and purifies them according to its nature

Divine confusion

turns into celestial architecture