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Abelardo Morrell |
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| An arrow of light shatters on a distant wall.
Monsters and cowboys, clowns, aliens and dancers swarm through darkened
space. The perfect noun caresses its complaisant verb, and the secrets of
the heart open at their touch. Stylus, chisel, lens and brush argue that
brute matter speaks with its own eloquence. Mathematical precision fused
with passion transforms sound into exaltation, movement into ecstasy. Who
dares impose limits on the imagination, rooted in the human, touched by
the divine? Richard A. Blake, S.J. Professor of Fine Arts |
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