JOSÉ APAZA
He was born in Perú,
perhaps on a thursday
between a tear
and a great yearning to know how to see
the color of the world.
I know because his look
brings the fog of great cities,
fog placed on the trails
for dialogue among people.
He arrived in Mexico
drawn by Orozco, Rivera, Siqueiros
and he imagined the history of Perú
on a fresco a thousand square meters,
but the true murals
he found in people's journeys.
His works,
"like eternal dice"
are thrown in time in irreducible chance
and create fog within those who contemplate, and touch,
torn bodies.
All of his characters
are beaten by their destiny,
confess their desolation,
their misery, their helplessness.
What's left for them is persevere in existence
as their true triumph. Live.
In the hope of life
like one who makes incarnate the sigh an act of faith.
The time of those pictures
is the time of whomever, simultaneously, sees,
one is contained in the other, perpetuate each other,
the infiniteness of tenderness in poverty appears.
In his horizon,
Apaza paints painting himself in the picture,
to enter and exit the canvas is his life,
until the paint saturates him,
forever and keeps him from leaving,
keeping him in its memory
like he saturates the faces
of nearby loneliness,
of strokes of time,
of its hidden silence.
Rebel.Dyma Ezban
El destino del cielo. Sixth writing
Ed. Áltera, S. L., 2002
Barcelona, España