The absolute mystery, the "secret of a secret" applied with virtuosity.
The more I approach to see the details the less I learn about the picture.
No When, no What, no Where is revealed or guessed. Not to mention the Why, the reason behind the capturing of this particular time and space slice.
I can decode some parts but some others remain at the sphere of a nightmarish abstraction.
The geometry has a haunting rhythm as does the ghostly figure below, transparent, fused within the texture, already a shadow itself and still capable to be reflected on the wall.
The light is in pieces. Broken, bounced, weakened for a moment and then strong again.
The greys are escaping any formal balance and the shapes are denying to stay regular. The right half of the precious frame is so empty and so full at the same time, and the only refuge for this extreme visual uneasiness.
All and all I am spending a long time in front of Rafael's picture and that's the first sign of a successful image. The second sign is that, as I leave the picture behind me, I become aware that the picture won't leave me for a long time.
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