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…you needed to have come and try to withstand the situation; living and dying in a crevice with only a window to God and a painting to look at.

raw little spine of shadow, come into my house, feed the dogs, they don’t bite. here you are a million things but one. I am nine doors. I shall open the one on which you knock.

have some sugar. mira que ojos tienes.

To call Emma’s paintings Surrealist would be incorrect. Calling them New Sacred might be closer to an approximation of a label.

I’m not so interested in naming.

Édouard Glissant said once that we understand the world better if we tremble with it.

What can I say about Emma’s paintings? Trust me that they are not what they seem, on the surface, to be. They are fat but not. Blue but not. Unnerving but not. In the negation of these descriptors they become something else. When there’s music playing, and you’re laying down, you’ll experience the sound diferently depending on which ear is facing the ground. Of course, also, what the ground is made of. The paintings together create an ambiance that shifts with you, as the gaze of twenty-seven eyeless faces meets yours…”