VERONIQUE SAN LEANDRO: A Retrospective
y en el mundo, en conclusion, and, to sum up, in this world
During my first trip to America (July 1989), prior to flying to New York, I was on the train from Barcelona to Madrid. As the train carried me to my physical destination, my mind wandered as well, bringing me to a dream. In that dream, I was on a boat in a big bluish cabin, having dinner with the family of my fiancé (current ex). His father, whom I had only heard about, rose, and as a welcoming sign, started to recite a few verses from La vida es sueño (Life is a Dream) by the Spanish playwright Calderón de la Barca.
Many dreams and years later, I found myself immobilized by the words recited in that dream, which manifested themselves figuratively and metaphorically, as a hand forcibly pushing me down and as a faraway voice, impossible to escape, repeating:
“aunque ninguno lo entiende, aunque ninguno lo entiende,”
Something was there to be realized and I had no choice but to embrace it.
My medium is mostly acrylic on canvas. I use different languages in the tradition of Abstraction loosely grouped into a few of the series I have posted on my web site: Works: All the Series of Works
OPENING RECEPTION: Thursday, June 14th from 5pm to 8pm