MIGUEL
OSUNA
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SUBTER-FUGE
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NIGHT CUBE
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BAJO CONTINUO
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COMES IN WAVES
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EVERYTHING IN ITS RIGHT PLACE
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FREQUENCY MODULATED
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GRAVITY BENT TIME
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VANISHING
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LA TRAMPA DEL TIEMPO
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OF THE ESSENCE NOW
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TIME ALLOWANCE
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LIMIT OF OBSCURE
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MINUTE FLUCTUATIONS
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NO LLEGA LA NOCHE
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INSIDE JOB
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SELF-FULFILLING
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SPECULATIVE MATTER |
LIGHTEST DARKNESS |
THE OTHER SIDE OF FLAT
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TEMPTING MADNESS |
WITHIN LIMITS |
THE FALL |
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ORBITAL 2
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ORBITAL 3
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ORBITAL 4
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ORBITAL 5
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ORBITAL 6
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ORBITAL 8
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FLAT ORB |
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Miguel
Osuna may rightly be called a landscape painter, but his landscapes
have steadfastly defied convention. In his earlier work, the landscapes
had the feeling of fleeting memories, captured from moving cars in
a rainy urban monochrome -an external reality experienced by an eerily
collective subjectivity. In his new series the landscape goes internal.
The rigorous attention to detail and the melancholy blur that envelopes
the whole are still present, only now the portal of the canvas leads
one less to a distant memory of a place seen out the car window, and
more to a fractal of some present internal moment, into the neural
pathway of the process of memory itself perhaps. The mind, confronted
with an incomprehensible level of detail, survives the experience
by softening the edges, and imagining blur where none exist, color
where only black and white materials are present, and light emitting
without source. The artist continues to lure and inspire his viewers
into oddly tender relationships in unexpected places. Much as one
developed a fondness for the caressing curve of hard concrete pillars
in the earlier work by freezing a moment usually experienced at high
speeds, the new series invites us to caress the unfolding undulations
of our own minds, by suspending a landscape of details that are usually
processed in milliseconds and discarded as so much white noise coming
between us and our narrative viewing pleasure. Osuna's landscapes
warp time. In a culture obsessed with ever faster delivery of information,
his art takes as it subjects processes that move quickly, but his
treatment of these subjects resolutely prioritizes the joy of lingering
in the middle of the stream. © miguel osuna |