The alchemist

There’s a small threshold where imagination and hermetism meet, a path through a forest of alchemy, dreams, and esoterism, which trees give light to rare fruits in the shape of arts. When we talk about those that are related to the visual, impossible cosmic events take place.

Visual creation does not need to be a social scream all the time, or linger in the frivolous occurrences that are sold as art under the wings of all the Caesars of the “art game”. Unusual landscapes come from the deepest subconsciousness of the creator, and if he is a lucky one, his artwork will shine beyond the thumbs of those emperors, popes, and kings that control the tiny art market, to decide who lives and who dies.

Uneven, Xul Solar, 1924

One of those cases is Xul Solar [Oscar Agustín Alejandro Schulz Solari], whose work goes far beyond lucidity, and despite being a well-known visual artist, is not as popular as he deserves to be. The legacy of his vision lies in the authenticity of an entire personal universe, certainly fed by his perceptions of real life, of his everyday experiences, but transmuted into a fascinating and interdimensional labyrinth of feelings, color, geometry, esoterism, and the madness of his own mythology.

Jorge Luis Borges, his friend, used to quote Xul’s work constantly. To him, Xul was the vertigo of all that is infinite.

The alchemist