Scattered stories by Javier Vázquez

Scattered stories by Javier Vázquez

Opening October 19, 2018 at 8:00 p.m.

Exhibition from 19 October to 3 November

Extended until Saturday 11 November

Drawing as a narrative tool to capture the reality that we live in, through a mechanism which develops the narration in parallel to the plastic skill in the handling of watercolour, to configure a unique universe of its own.

“There are intervals, empty spaces in the course of observable things, intermediate times in which reality, whichever reality, depends (a flea, the body, another, a tidal wave), makes its way and pesters you. Or makes you laugh. What it says, is something else. Who knows?

The stories we have been told and heard are insufficient to face those not-so-empty empty spaces, full of noise etcetera, where images, lines, strokes and tangles run and mix until they find their shape and final border. Borders to cross, we won’t say in which direction. There are more than two. Nor in what direction.

There are threads that stitch and unstitch the weft, but what do those threads stitch and unstitch. Other threads, and so on all the time or almost all the time.”

Albrt Brw

“I met Javier in the late ’80s. He had then quit his job at a publishing house. Thanks to the contacts he gave me, I got my first job in the exciting world of textbooks and our conversations about drawing, at that time, helped to put back on track the distracted sheep I was back them.

At that time he already publishing regularly in Madriz, my favourite comic magazine, where his crazy stories left me off balance. What the hell was that? I didn’t understand anything (I still don’t understand them nowadays), but I was fascinated by their economy of means, their unanswered questions, their blank eyes.

Since then I have been observing and enjoying his work (I am very fond of the Kiatowsky series for El Barco de Vapor) from the vertigo of knowing that I would never quite reach as far as the soles of the feet of that master of austerity. Although sometimes I tried, my work was more about fanfare, about using more to say less.

Javier is right now at his peak. He has never drawn better, never have his lines been more expressive. A lifetime of drawing must, as they say, leave a mark. Those of us who are lucky enough to see his work in, for example, his monthly contributions to M21 magazine or, until recently, in Mongolia, appreciate his sarcasm, his fine sense of humor and his bitter lines.

Enrique Flores