We have witnessed the struggle with the angel. And with demons and devils, skeletons in the closet, pain and joy, suffering and enlightment, the whole gamut of human experience as tackled by artists. We know that art is no mere decorative element –its mission is not to set off the drapes or the sofa– but also that it must not unvaryingly live in a white cube. That, on entering our home, it establishes a dialogue with an environment bearing our mark. A dialogue that should take on the bearings of good conversation: a disposition to listen but also a will to seduce; a provocative gesture here, a caressing tinge there, a stroke of humor perchance.
CORE is not an art gallery. But from time to time we hit upon an artist whose work results in such a fertile dialogue with our aesthetics and our values that, for a time, we yield our walls –and sometimes even our floor or ceilings– to her or him, if only to wonder what tales we might spin together, and what new dialogue we might strike up with your space.