Batuz by Rafael Squirru

It was Carlyle who said “Life is no joke”.

Art can be happy to the point of joy and still one might also exclaim “Art is no joke”.

There are those who believe that art and life are two chapters not necessarily related to one another, and in too many cases this is true.

In the case of Batuz, my reading of his work leads me to the opposite conclusion. These polyphorms that meet the eye with the impact of the unmistakable heavy-weight are not the result of joking about with form or color.

There is an inevitability about these results that tells us that the artist is not capricious.

There is destiny implied in his invasion of space, in the subtle contrast between gray and black, between darker and lighter blue.

It was Faulkner who said that man will not only survive, that also he will prevail, and that the artist’s mission is to nourish his spirit for this battle against nothingness.

When art is the manifestation of life and only then, does it accomplish this formidable mission.

Art in these heroic cases appeals to us not only as delight resulting from a happy mixture of colors or the equilibrium of forms, but rather as nourishment for that type of strength which we all need to endure in the hostile world of banality, culture’s worst enemy.

When I say that the work of Batuz manifests destiny I mean that the force which he is able to convey is transcendental force, cosmic force, the type that can only be reached through communication with the very sources of life itself.

There can be no doubt that Batuz has been able to reach those pure fountains in the only way that they can be reached, through determination, sacrifice, stubbornness, boldness and passionate love.

This is why his work is rich in all those qualities and this is why it prevails and helps us also to prevail.


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