Jose Luis Puche (Málaga, 1976). From the mythical times of the fatal lagoon of Narcissus to the tactile present of our selfies on Instagram, the mirror has always been a «threshold-phenomenon» (as Umberto Eco calls it) that marks the limits between the subjective and the objective.
Breaking through the looking glass, dividing the image that is generated through the reflection, like José Luis Puche (Málaga, 1976) does, means putting the viewer in another space. Breaking down the perspective (like the avant-gardes Cubism and Futurism showed us) involves focusing different visions and simultaneous, alternative narratives. Dissolving the objective in the subjective, Puche’s drawings make the present absent. The precise stroke of the artist, which coexists with the gesture of a touch almost percussed (inherent of his past as a musician), shows a sensuality of the drama that’s morbid and disturbing. At the same time, it deconstructs our perception, forcing us to be invigorated —awake— the sight and intellect.