.

.

Boas Noites . Jesús Madriñán

€45.00
VAT included

Fabulatorio

Quantity
Last items in stock

“Boas Noites” records nightlife in rural villages of Galicia, treating each subject as part of a community and revealing through portraiture all kinds of social and psychological connections. Gestures, attitudes and expressions are directly drawn from what each subject choose to show or hide, without any mediation or conditioning on the artist’s side. Thus, this is a youth devoid of any idealization. Selected archetypes are gathered here in search of a general impression of a space in time.

— Jesús Madriñán

Boas Noites (Good Night)

Boas Noites

Published: 30/07/2015

Print run: 350 numbered / signed

Texts:David Pérez Iglesias

Translation: Thomas Mallet / Helena Miguélez Carballeira

Concept:Jesús Madriñán / Cibrán Rico / Suso Vázquez

Edition:Cibrán Rico / Suso Vázquez

Desing:desescribir

Páxinas:92

Size:210 x 270 mm

Language:Galego / Inglés

Printing:Offset + verniz mate con reserva

Binding:Tapa dura

Typography:Chronicle Text / Display

Papers:Gardapat Kiara 150 g / Olin 90 g - 120 g / Curious traslucents 112 g / Pop Set Black 120 g

Cuberta:Tela Setalux / Corvon

ISBN:978-84-940115-5-9

[...] Young people are willing to do anything in order to belong and be accepted by the group. They are migrants arriving into their bodies as one would arrive into a new territory: an uncharted territory whose exploration depends on others. The journey has not been easy: defenceless in the face of reality, lacking answers, saying goodbye to childhood, to protection, to home. The world becomes the territory of truth, where there was trust before. Borders are shattered. Childhood places are your places, the adolescent is a being expelled from the space that was hers. Suddenly everything is unfamiliar: even our own bodies, which become superfluous, uncomfortable, often irritable. With age we tend to forget about the degree of courage necessary for our teenage selves to encounter the other: the uncertainty, the splendour, the desire, the sheer organic drive that carried us forth into the other. Because youth can only find itself through others; others are the ones who uncover us and portray us, be those others love or be they the substances disassembling the old order of childhood and leading us to unknown urges. Time begins to contract. It is a time of urgency and dissatisfaction. Everything becomes necessary. This is why, when we look at these portraits, we are looking, in a certain way, into a broken mirror: some of its pieces reflect what we once were and is now lying dormant within us, like a ghost incessantly asking the question: Who are you? What has become of you? These are unavoidable questions in adult life. Somehow, these youngsters are looking into the eyes of the adults they will one day become: and, in this sense, their gaze —their questioning— is devastating.

— David Pérez Iglesias. They emerge from the dark, like flowers of the night. (Extract)

1 Item
2018-01-29

related products

Other people were also interested in these titles