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Alberto Bañuelos
Burgos, 1949
“I was late in sculpture like in so many other things. But, as the end never ends, it remains to live in memory and is always waiting to return, …”
Alberto Bañuelos
From this questionable virtue, which since my childhood has always accompanied and harassed me, of being able to spend much of my time in solitude and letting the hours pass, I am never more active than when I do nothing.
I am in this continuous present, ‘between past and future’ as T. S. Eliot would say, and from which I try to understand my time and the historical moment that it has been my turn to live. With this human eye, and therefore so unneutral, that it looks from its individuality and from its very personal experience of assimilating the images that my gaze has been able to store and that, afterwards, have accompanied me forever to my existence, trying to make them live again with an immense effort and irrational impulse, in a desire to interpret and pass on to others this experience lived and felt like an endless effort and project, “en un tempo creador lento” – as Alfonso de la Torre would say – I look again at the memory and memory that are still on our side. It is the whole of this inexhaustible and mystical world that we never manage to reach its deep abyss.
Alberto Bañuelos
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