Molimo | Deus

By Manuel Dionísio, Luanda, Angola. Journalist, Art Critic, Writer. September, 2006.

“Critics are only a metaphor, and their best quality is not to Forget that.” Adolfo Casais Monteiro I want to see this picture as if it were the first time. I close my eyes, turn off the inner Lights of my spirit, take a break, then open my eyes again. What do I see? At the bottom a dream, a road with many curves and obstacles, crossroads, junctions, level-crossings, highs and lows, everything marked with a particular code of signals. It’s a one-way street, people crossing, stop signs, cars, movement, noise, lights, confusion. Climbing, the air is thinner, the colors are stronger, brighter but the forms more undefined in the fog of the heights, beyond the roof of clouds. I look for a new perspective. One, two steps back, avoiding the counter-light that neutralizes the vitality of brightness we take two steps left. Et voila! The essence of the work, it his is spirit. Molimo is spirit. The dialogue between the creator and his work. The life force given. It’s a mystic exercise, a sacrament more and more accurate, from work to work, from one collection to another, in each exhibition. Molimo is repentance and thanksgiving, an ode to the greatness of the Lord and the majesty of his meaning. From body to Soul, Spirit, Absolut, Molimo God. Four stations of the Via Sacra by Hildebrando de Melo in his jorney to the light. I close my eyes again and let the images invade me. I feel the wave of happiness that comes from the work of some one that had searched and found. And shows how.

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