“Cape Cod 2009”

September 9, 2009

Picture of myself taken by my husband at Beechwood Point, Santuit Pond State, in Mashpee, Mass

To my beloved

On a bright sunny day with temperatures in the mid-seventies, we rambled along the trails surrounding the delta-like shape of Long Pond.   From there we continued on to the much larger adjoining Mashpee and Wakeby Ponds—first in the morning sun, before lunch, and later in the cooler light of the afternoon after three.   Along the shores, we saw men and women with their pets playing at the water’s edge.

The clearings, unforgettable amid the surrounding forest, were bathed in clean sunlight.   Their green patterns seemed to rival the timid Gothic forms that human hands have built in an effort to imitate nature.

Roots covered in emerald moss rose in steps toward translucent tunnels, leading us through a chance arrangement of natural colonnades and buttresses beneath open canopies.   The fresh, aromatic air revived the errant heart as we walked through gullies and groves, at ease with the rhythm of the soul beside me.

 

“Platonic Scroll Series 2009”

August 6, 2009

Platonic Series #99, 2009
Platonic Scrolls Series #99 — Engraving on Canvas in a Digital Frame

Ricardo F. Morin, September 9, 2009, Cape Cod, Massachusetts

The aesthetic beauty and symmetry of the Platonic Solids have made them a favorite subject of geometers for thousands of years. They are named for the ancient Greek philosopher Plato who theorized that the classical elements were constructed from five regular solids: the dodecahedron, icosahedron, octahedron, hexahedron and tetrahedron–there are no other possible regular polyhedrons. The 92 Johnson Solids are irregular polyhedrons which, as the Platonic Solids, are also made out of triangles, squares and pentagons.

The Platonic Scroll Series serve as analogy to our inter-connectivity and the imponderable quality of harmony that unify us.  It is to be noticed that there is no set manner as to how these manifestations may be perceived by any observer. Our reality is ever so much more interesting than any image representing it or anything that can be explicated.


“A Dialogue On Truth and Beauty”

April 23, 2009

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CGI 2025

MN> The film My Dinner with Andre was recently canceled in Caracas.

RM> This is coincidentally one of my favorite movies of all times.

MN> There is also  “Wings of Desire” (Der Himmel über Berlin),  one may see them apart but with some connection…

RM> Having a profound impact during the Eighties, I came to own DVD’s for both of these films; you have just reminded me to view them again, like re-reading a good book. These days I seek a better understanding by reading J. Krishnamurti’s innumerable publications [Krishnamurti Foundation of America].

MN> Have you read through Osho Rajneesh? or traditional G.I. Gurdjieff?
There is another movie kind of interesting Meeting with Remarkable Men by Peter Brook…

RM> I understand that in either instance leadership and methodology overshadow search for truth.

MN> That is right but the info is all about the same methods for increasing your consciousness…Sufi and new Indian…Interesting comments found on Powels book Gurdjieff. Also a very interesting approach to the knowledge in Ouspensky’s Fragments of an Unknown Teaching

RM> I am mostly leery of anyone who pretends the attainment of truth through a technique, a method or a system, a belief or a dogma, for in doing so he/she succumbs to divisiveness. As much as I admire Krishnamurti, I don’t follow anyone’s authority: neither Jesus’, nor Muhammad’s, nor Buddha’s and much less any ashram’s or famous guru’s.   I find it useful to recall a quote from J.K. which is very much apropos: “Beauty (truth) is in experiencing, not in experience.  Reality has no resting place.”   The understanding I take is that our collective past does not belong to anyone, though knowledge of it may be useful to establish its limits.

MN>Yes, the path is the one taken by a mind alone; I do share the same perspective about freedom.  I used to say to my friends that I was a man of no land and no heroes.. or maybe not only was I mentally ill but, perhaps, socially disabled.   It is very pleasant to communicate with you.  In rare occasions does one truly have a dialogue.

RM> You meant not inclined to gregariousness, as opposed to socially disabled or unsociable. Though disability in terms of sociability is tantamount to the inability of compassion, I do see you as a most compassionate human being.

MN> Thanks for your kindness.

RM> Be well

MN> And you too my friend.  We’ll talk again soon.

Artist Website

Abstract: Triangulation Series 2006-08

December 8, 2008

Platonic Triangulation, bodycolor on paper, 22 x 30 inches, 2008

I choose the golden ratio, 1 = 1.618, as a congruent format inherent to infinity, in order to unfold a dialogue between the fluidity of painting and its geometry.  Simultaneously, I conduct a triangulation of the plane of the canvas that reaffirms its paradoxical condition as an object:  its fictitious flatness plays against the illusory spatial depth of the forms contained within it.

Ricardo Morín

http://www.ricardomorin.com

December 13, 2008

Manifesto 2008

December 8, 2008

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Triangulation Series #25-- oil on linen, 60 x 37 inches, 2009
Ricardo F. Morín
Triangulation Series Nº 25
37″ x 60″ x 2″
Oil on linen
2007

Ricardo F. Morín, December 8, 2008; Jersey City, NJ

My work Triangulation Series 2006-08 expands on questions dealing with perspectives synthesizing concepts of pictorial space and infinity:  something I have worked on over the years.  I have allowed painterly abstraction/plasticity to express both in form and content a kind of art that goes beyond a material world of signs; my paintings reach for the infinite—the mystery and the poetry in every man’s individual drama.  I choose the golden ratio 1 = 1618 as a consistent format for nonobjective abstraction which is clearly inherent of infinite congruency [a manifestation common to all known perspective methodologies], to breakdown a dialogue on the fluidity of the vehicle of painting and its geometry.  At the same time, I establish a triangulation of the bare plane of the canvas which reaffirms its paradoxical nature as an object: where the fictitious flatness of the plane plays in suspension with the illusory spatial depth of forms expressed on it.   Though immersed in 20th-century aesthetics, I neither strive for a specific historical movement nor for the postmodernist agenda.  Simply, I look at making art as a “fleshy” product of human experiencing, a resultant of the maker’s own passion.  Just as the idiosyncrasy of an individual, indivisible in nature, is blind to causality, an aesthetic frame embraces all its senses and the image is only the result or residue.

Non-objective, timeless, or even existential—in this sense—the image or Kunstgegenstand proposes not to explain what the meaning of experience is; rather, the image manifests itself, provoking interpretation from the observer.

There are no outside sources nor preconceived notions of the final composition.  Gesturally and intuitively, I use the plane of the canvas as an active platform (in other words, a conversation, so to speak, takes place among the paint, the canvas and me as I apply paint onto the canvas.)  In variegated densities, layer after layer—transparent or textural—the work transforms itself gradually by spectral accruement.  In continuous dialogue, I work on several pieces at the same time so all are able to inform the other.  An inner rhythm from each composition thus unfolds and guides the shifts and the construction of forms: burials, resurrections, exaltations, veilings, reattainments—all thanks to the gritty and sumptuous nature of the medium; a moodiness arises from the interlocutors with its acrid qualities of dissonance and complementary transparency. Indeed, it is color, as texture that establishes the emotional landscape of each piece.  The finished work stands on its own as a concentration of multiple layers; each of the numerous strata is essential to the completeness.  There is a sense of multidirectional movement in each of the works that acts on the viewer’s eye as he/she glances over the delineated shapes and peers through the entanglements of strokes and arabesques.  The viewer comes away, I hope, with the sense of the works’ generative completeness of a universe making and remaking itself.

As I said at the beginning, I embrace in my love of art a sense of universality; I do this not for my own self-fulfillment, but for the cosmic order and interconnectedness in our own awareness of humanity, the unifying mode from all masters.  As such, I am perennially emerging as I wander around in my space of today’s uncertain and leaderless being, where authority is seemingly derived from conflicting, and confusing powers of disbelief.  Freedom has come to us but its ethers and incongruities make us stagger.

Artist Website

Edited by Billy Bussell Thompson, Professor Emeritus


“Art Under Institutional Mediation”

December 5, 2008

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Digital Image created with Maya and Combustion Softwares

It’s like a goat tied to a post, who can wander only the length of its tether

Jiddu Krishnamurti, 1986

The art world includes actors who manufacture adversity in order to expand their reach and authority.    Let me begin by addressing the frustration of visual-artists with dual nationalities, who sometimes suffer in the corral of Latin-American fundamentalism.   Let me also question why their resulting frustrations are an order of business imposed by contemporary Medicis who seek to buy a parcel of history in the parochial institutionalization taking place inside these artists’ countries of origin.   These merchants promote their wares by controlling, by and large, markets located abroad.

Ricardo Morín

December 5, 2008, New York, NY

http://www.ricardomorin.com

Endnote:

[1] The mythomania of stardom by definition examines only the few. Complacency fuels scarcity of resources while alienating 90% of active artists and assigning value to market indices, thus staggering self-sustenance.


“From the Margins of Immateriality”

June 1, 2008

Mavericks!

Look for renewals departing from Life.

Let us defile institutional theory mongering,

a corrosive taxonomy at the service of petulance,

marketing anachronistic slogans of nonsense.

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Subservient to infamy,

cohorts of dilettantes,

not lack of delimitation as handmaiden to ignorance.

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Who promotes the edge of a new fugitive survival?

Fleshing out servitude as style,

replacing intellect with mordacious rapacity,

parading unclothed, bareness of duplicitous souls,

with a gashing defiance, an insatiable desire to own,

a clandestine culture of the misbegotten?

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Boards of museums and CEOs glowing and bursting forth,

grotesquerie of gulosity,

takeover of corporate predators.

Mavericks!

Let us not jibe and succumb to chauvinism,

emasculated by oppression.

Take heed that Freedom is not for sale.

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Would the web revolution lead artistic endeavors to a political revolution,

replacing galleries, museums, and the collector’s system of ownership?

Would the internal calling of an artist overcome the external demands of market survival?

Would such a calling exist in a natural state, without intervening forces of manipulative trends?

Would such a calling be bound to exhibitionism and voyeurism in exchange for sales, acquisitions, commodities, and the will of managing agents?

Would we face a new reality, free of stardom and economic maneuvers?

Would participation and isolation make any difference if such a calling serves no purpose but its own?

Would history become both irrelevant and important at once: irrelevant to how one fits in, and important to how one understands its limits?

Would knowledge always remain intertwined with some burdensome measure of superstition?

Would we repel paradox on arrogantly moral grounds, or tend unabashedly toward our primordial instincts?

Artist Website

Ricardo F. Morin, New York, NY

June 1, 2008

Infinity

May 31, 2008

Pillared vision of instinctive passion

Sung by nightingales cradled in daylight

Dread neither consequence nor precedence

For it belongs to eternity.

Reverberating and plangent, masking no longer

A solar plexus in protest to one’s limitations

Cracked, felicitous interpretation to his freedom

Away from the perverse shadows of cynicism,

Doubt no more, a drought of discontent.

Upheaval to communicate what’s most dear

As he rises from turbulence.

What’s most consoling of his inner lament?

Apollo opening Dionisio into the abyss of infinitude,

Bells ceased without tower to cling.

Let me rest on nothing but your caressing whisper,

Mused and detached

Return and departing at once

Carry this song into our universe.

Artist Website

Ricardo F. Morin. May 3, 2008, Jersey City, NJ