Paula Senderowicz

The brighter front shows an eruption of convulsed waves, the restrained force is precipitated to the outside. An attentive look will discover, hidden between the liquid folds
of painting, devastated bodies given over to eroticism and the celebration of bewilderment. Meanwhile, a woman gives birth to the same reddish substance that envelops her. In this lush idyllic setting, the figures dance, merges into the matter and invite us to do the same.
On the other hand, infernal languages threaten with darkness, compose a landscape where time is already another, or it is the same that goes astray. The sacred is profane, the paradise bites its tail, and men are forced to observe the conditions of its existence and their reciprocal relations. The raw color of the fabric appears as the void by where mysteries creep in. 
These images could be the prelude to a cataclysm, something that reminds Deleuze's notion with which I identify so much: the catastrophe affects the act of painting in himself.