Bodies. Explicit bodies and implicit bodies. Contention
and passion. What she draws and what she leaves up to the viewer’s
imagination. Rita Martorell is culminating her creative maturity
with a style that brings together the best of centuries of a bourgeois
look at life: what is most explicit is not always what is most beautiful
or most suggestive. Thus, Rita Martorell invites us to complete
and prolong the story that each of her works entails. The story
and the history that she knows perfectly well but which she knows,
as those good at art do, is best left to the free will of the viewer’s
imagination. An imagination which is also helped a great deal by
the colours she uses. As the bodies are never neutral in their gestures
or colourless in their states of mind and passion and as their colour
changes over time, the author has preferred to opt for the thick
lines of black charcoal and backgrounds in a tonality that is not
very invasive in the wings of one’s imagination. The ochres,
the soft greens… the colours that are the anteroom of the
imagination which each person wants to install in a story that can
be romantic, erotic, heroic, warrior-like, sensual or lordly.
Rita Martorell’s Bodies could well illustrate
one of Sándor Márai’s novels set in Europe between
the wars, but which could also connote Tokyo Blues by Haruki Murakami.
Someone wrote that we are responsible for the features of our face
after the age of thirty. Rita Martorell’s Bodies are far-removed
from their precise stage of yesterday so that each individual can
complete the faces of their bodies reading the drawings as if they
were reading a book, with their eyes wide open and tightly closed
at the same time.
Enjoy this new link in Rita Martorell’s production.
She works in a constant way and with an indispensable touch of obstinacy
typical of anyone who wants to do great things in life. However,
at the same time, with an aura of mystery, lack of definition and
ambiguity through a powerful and enigmatic constant transit through
her world, which is the entire world (and which has odours of laughter)
and which provides us with such good works, such good material for
an invitation to the imagination. Never stop imagining! You would
be dead. Rita Martorell never stops imagining!
Member of Parliament
Spokesman for the Committee of Foreign Affairs