DANIEL BORDA, ART AMONG FRUITS AND BULLETS
I have been lucky to go through this world suddenly meeting beings of the other world. Or at least, they seem so, for their delirious sensibility, for their condition of being bewitched. They have in themselves such a perfect reflection of reality that has to come from another plane. From that plane open to the chosen ones. That is how one can see Daniel Borda walking, going to do some small diligence, with an air of “single man” and one can feel universes within him longing for an expression to capture, to be invited to the reality of the existing. He has turned around with his revelation through expressions where the mysterious gets confused with the virtuosos. I know him since many years ago, in one of those creative factories as are the publicity agencies, where we stood in the line for selling talent, but instead of getting lost we found each other. There is no other God than Art appointing with his finger of light entities that hasten him to express himself and this artist is a priest possessed by such a fervent invitation. Daniel has always seemed to me owner of his own fire, for in fire and ashes his work forges with form, light, rhythm, trace, volume, but most of all with the Grace that gives color to everything. For if not so, where do those fruits come from offering the exquisite taste of their curvatures. The idyllic fruit that makes love at first sight. Surrounded by a nature that comes from those fairy tales where we someday shall come back when paintings like this return Eden to us. It is an inspired art, but still an art worked out, and it is a mature art ready to be consumed with appetite by the greedy esthetic of the world. ¡What a natural orgy touching all fiber! ¡What an enigmatic sensuality achieved in the seductive circumvention! ¡What a fruit reverberation! The poet stands in front of these glorious bodies that pray to be eaten and takes his hat off. The hat we will see later reflected as duplicate on the water without losing shape or style, but can well refer to the eternal promenade of the water current victims. But I should not stay only in the fruit. Daniel has decided to take part in the war conflict that takes place in his country, mostly by means of a polyptych composed by a rainbow of gas cylinders hanging from the sky like executed criminals. Those cylinders that from peace instruments in the dining rooms have brought so much death, are dignified by their eurhythmics against landscapes earth-heaven of the clouded mother country. – Apollinaire song the beauty of the “heaven color mortar”, whose splinters filled his head. As well as there are no more beautiful pictures than those of the Hiroshima atomic mushroom. Bored from so many pictures more explosive than mortars, Daniel decides to draw war but with eyebrow pencil. Cosmetic assassin bullets on the side of the banana that nourishes and says “bang”. The ten bullet contingent that could be ten murders makes a ballet of brightness and synchrony. And the single rifle bullet would be part of a strip of our emblem. I like that delicacy. Like the slow eye being the eternal witness of all what happens. The nails are another symbol of our martyrs. As for to put this exposition at the feet of Christ.
Every artist is responsible of creating again the world, and since Daniel Borda is from the other, or is from all, he has the secret to offer in his painting – even though he is in Colombia, and he is in the world- one of the best possible worlds.
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