Solo Colores
The sculptures of Isabel Cruellas, - stylistic, waved grasses in a raw, give the space the wideness of a coastal or a deserted landscape. The woman appears like abandoned, not fitting in, making herself small on the floor. Buckling, shrinking, lashing out, touching herself like a foreign person at her head, neck, leg or sliding down on the other arm. Her neck is firm. A leg. A pressure on the breastbone. Or invisible light bulbs screwing into the heaven. She repeats phrases like nightmares. Works through something by creeping, running or on her knees. Inside and outside simultaneously, or actually inseparable, and gets sometimes calm, as would she sink inside herself, as would she be falling invisibly. Strong piece.
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