Colagens

de Ingrid Wagner · Publicada por primera vez en 2007

Ingrid Wagner, the author, sought in the transparence of the afternoons the paths for her narratives. The collages gave her the comfort of an artistic work, in a moment when she lived a phase of “transition”, according to her words. After having worked as a moviemaker with her brothers – awarded and applauded in the 70’s and 80’s –, just like them she found herself away from film gauges, screenplays and animations. Each work has any given shape as its starting point, and for some reason it becomes special. “Usually it comes from a shape and it keeps evolving. It is the starting line, the tip of it”, says Ingrid. Piles of magazines, thousands of consulted pages gradually give her what she seeks: an object, a landscape, a scene or a color, simply a color, in the desired shade. The cuts are sometimes, many times, tiny. Extracted from advertisements, for example, they adjust as tiny tiles in the surrealism of the compositions. Imperceptible amendments color the skies and the grounds, the mountains and lavas. The candy syrup from a gastronomical magazine transforms into a blood spilling torture. Transformation is one of the elements of Ingrid’s creation, but it is not the essential one. The greatest search is in making of the collages her words and voice. “I put texts in the book trying to highlight the idea of what I have made; they are there to follow the image more than to explain it. The works carry emotions, not necessarily stories”. Reason and emotion walk side by side. “To me what is there is very real, but it takes place in another context, in another dimension of reality. Collage allows that to happen. I believe it would not have the same effect on a painting”, comments the artist. Silence and finitude permeate the narratives, even in the most dramatic scenes. Damnation and sanctity, urges, wishes, dreams, patches of thoughts, blurred memories. “Nothing is permanent. There is always a movement of time, of passage”, observes Ingrid Wagner about her work. She concludes: - It is all like a dream, they are overlapping realities. Excerpt of preface by Zeca Correa Leite, Journalist and poet Excerpt from the book: ![Astronaut][1] *protected by the astronaut garment he is freed from the mother ship he floats now without a destination* More about the author and her work - [Ingrid Wagner][2] [1]: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v311/Nanjenchan/Blog%20Ingrid/10-1.jpg [2]: http://ingridwagner.blogspot.com/