There was a time, millions of years ago, when everything was power. There were no rivers or moons, there were no stories or formulas, nor the things we like most in the world. But in that moment, before us, one cluster of constellations and gases merged with another: two systems meeting, a piece of the universe collapsing into a vortex. This cosmic entanglement would lead to the birth of a galaxy, the Milky Way, which in a mixture of spirals, explosions, suctions and displacements, created, among many other things, our planet.

 

El universo rompe en olas by Andrea Bores is a vortex in constant transformation. It lifts the horizon with a whirlwind and dismantles it in the air. Here, the landscape stops being registered by gravity to become what Bores calls thermodynamic landscapes, where the horizon disappears like a compass to convert space into a climatic environment, where particles are ordered by systems of turbulence and laminar flows. Bores' paintings are immersive and capture the imprint of the movement of matter, as if his hand were caressing the surface of the universe.

 

Among the climatic, political and economic uncertainties that the current time is going through, Andrea Bores seeks empathy in a physical phenomenon, the flow of gradients. This maxim of thermodynamics is simple: in nature a balance will always be sought, whether of temperature, particles or energies. But it is known that balance does not exist, that it is only an ideal to which all matter is directed to remain in permanent movement. On a larger or smaller scale, we inhabit conjunctions of intertwined vortices that constantly affect each other. When there is a change in temperature in the atmosphere, the air moves, creating the wind that pushes the vapor particles to become water, which will fall in the form of rain to a hill, whose minerals will begin to move to eventually nourish a plant or cause a landslide that will change the destiny and culture of a town. Thus, all matter is interconnected.

 

In the journey through Andrea Bores' process, we are a spore in a spiral: we meet again with spaces that, although they are similar, contain a certain strangeness. As we approach the center of everything, the speed accelerates with a rhythm that stirs the gut, like the memory of a wave that rolls over you on the beach. Between each blink, you glimpse the frozen moments of the sand traveling at maximum speed, the shells flying, the feet up, the head touching the floor. At that moment the body is water, salt and wave at the same time. Finally, everything takes us to the eye of the hurricane, that place of spectral calm where chaos remains around for a few seconds. But to get there, you have to go through the rest.

 

In human time, we are in the area of ​​turbulence, wallowing in the wave, waiting for it to please spit us onto the shore and let us breathe. In cosmic times we are on the edge. We are a puddle of pollen in slow movement, lamellar and tenuous. In this exhibition, Andrea Bores reminds us that although we do not know what will come next, which particle will change direction and initiate a new turbulence, it will do so with the ultimate goal of preserving life and creating history after us. Well, from the moment those galaxies collided, matter conspired meticulously, crossed millions of years of uncontrollable vortexes, to have us today, precisely, here.

 

Antonia Alarcón