Leila Von Marles


The knowledge is a philosophical problem. Human beings can only apprehend the reality through themselves, only through their propositions. So reality actually is inexplorable in its pure form. The logical conclusion is that men can only know themselves. But this is not possible either. One definition of conscience is the dialog of the soul with itself. You can converse with yourself but you cannot actually see yourself. You can use a reflecting surface in an attempt to do that, but this is just a reflection, not the real form.
Only others can see your true form, you can only aspire to look at yourself through the others. In her work the artist faces this problem in an attempt to give back to the publics his real identity through the cathartic reaction to the process of identification. The massive dimension, dynamic line, overwhelming perspective, instable space are some of the expedients through which the artist violently constrain the bystander to immerse into the psychological process of the figures. The paint is materic, the colour violent, vivid, heavy and saturate. The scenes are ordinary, but in the same time appear extraordinary, a flimsy line between the phenomenon and the epiphenomenon. We cannot see the figures’ faces but only fragments of reflections or masks, in the same way we cannot ever see ourselves. The fragile equilibria expressed by the conflict of the opposites, she expresses it in a strong chiaroscuro, a shattered line. The matters of the corps, heavy and carnal, are violently interrupted by the morbid light, which incorporates and actually cuts the bodies surrendered in an endeavour to vanish into it and finally find peace.