Inner heavens
When, after a walk through the wet streets due to a sudden and ephemeral rain, urban loneliness warns you, the one that gets you in the bones of the soul to the terror of the unexpected isolation, one is left with no other shelter than one’s inner toys, which beat about the bush painting in red and blue all the greens in other hearts and our own ones, real or imaginary, seen and unseen. Some call it passion, others, many of them, have not even heard of it. Paula Bonet invents it each time turning her reality into a perpetual blank canvas where make her mind colors dance.
To take to our eyes her paintings in Flors vermelles i verds plastics series, is to touch the sky and realize that it doesn’t exist, but we can draw it and feel during that process we are creating it within us. In her paintings, plastic Indians dance the dance of the four winds. The voices run off with their echo leaving the souls gazed open-mouthed. Toes make up their inner lips in order to dream the laughs they never had. The green color is no longer because it never was. Now it's red, and made of blue plastic. Nobody knew it because Paula Bonet kept very well the secret that Mr. chromatic whispered in her ear when she was so small that she finally escaped in a paper thimble. And with it she has reached our days living in future, a much farther future than ours because it is transparently intense. And green, as only red knows to be.
It’s only a mustache who doesn’t want it to be, as an unnoticed color would say. Paula Bonet paints her own image and likeness, speaks with two dimensions flowers like going to buy bread and come back with nothing else, so light. A whole creative world to become lost to get found again completely naked and with a different color on each finger, hoping that the world is white in order to recreate it again. A marvel.
Paula Bonet | Works selection here
Text by Juan Carlos Romero
Artwork by and courtesy of Paula Bonet
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