Text by Rosa Queralt
A tragic event ruptures the practice and very existence
of Idoia Montón in 2004. Time stands still, is held in suspense, frozen. After a year goes by she regains some spirit, and the first paintings she does reflect her state her state of mind. The themes haven’t changed, the interiors appear again from the previous works, but the objects that occupy them have acquired a certain air of gifts and offerings. They are both tender and painful at the same time, the way the image is worked centres on a heavy, explicit symbolic component; scythes, crosses, skulls and a version of “ The island of the dead” by Arnold Böcklin, that is hung in the corner of a room. The atmosphere is saturated by an intense blue sky, the colour we associate with vastness, spirituality and consolation.
She needs to heal and for this reason she uses painting in an attempt to get back to imposing a sense on the practice of art and as a consequence life. Just as the ego is the sum of the acts of each individual as defended by Derrida, a work cannot be anything but the fruit of the author’s experience, the synthesis that reveals its most important episodes, and it is also a means of thinking through feeling.