Molimo

27.10.2006

MOLIMO

By Manuel Dionisio

«Critics are only metaphor, and their

Best quality is not forget that»

Adolfo Casais Monteiro

I’m trying to see the pictures of Hildebrando de Melo as it was the first time. I closed my eyes, turn off the inner lights of my spirit, give a break, I turn them on and open the eyes again.

What do I see?

A dream, a road with many curves and some obstacles, bifurcations, crossroads, junctions, level-crossings, highs and downs, everything marked with a particular code of signals.

There is a one way only driving, crossing people, stops, cars, movement, noise, lights, confusion and way appointment up.

Climbing the air is thinner, the colors stronger and bright, and the forms more undefined in the fog of the heights, beyond the roof of clouds.

I look for a new perspective. One, two steps backwards, avoiding the counter-light that neutralizes the vitality of brightness we have two steps left.

Et voilà! The essence of work, its spirit.

Molimo is this. Spirit. The dialogue between the creator and the work. To what he gives life.

Is a mystic exercise, a sacrament more ands more accurate, from work to work, from a collection to another, in each new exhibition.

Molimo is the contrition and the thanksgivings at the time, an ode to greatness of Lord and the majesty of His meanings.

From Body to Soul, Spirit, Absolute, Molimo. Four stations of the Via Sacra by Hildebrando de Melo io his way the light.

I close my eyes again and let me invade by images. And I feel the wave of happiness that comes from the work of who looks for and found. And shows how.