The White Space of Meditation

There have been many moments in the history of language that have represented this movement of taking away, of subtraction, to find the soul. In this case, we have chosen a particularly significant juncture: a work of abstract expressionism by Barnett Newman exhibited at the Centre Pompidou in Paris. For it is from the white space of meditation that Cross wants to begin. From the search for a center, for an internal still point from which language branches out. The dance that begins from stillness, the word that begins from silence: from the zero degree of all expressions, from the total disintegration to which the avant-gardes have led us. And to try to inhabit that emptiness.

For this reason, to introduce the new path of our blog, we have chosen a particularly representative canvas by Barnett Newman, one of fifteen works belonging to The Stations of the Cross series; it is important because it is placed in a specific evolutionary path of language. The series is inspired by Christ's last words on the cross, and as Mark Rothko would later do in the Rothko Chapel, Christianity and passion are expressed indirectly. Sometimes a line is more powerful than an entire figurative representation.

Therefore, to introduce the new direction of our blog, we have chosen a particularly representative canvas by Barnett Newman, one of fifteen works from The Stations of the Cross series, which is significant because it is part of a specific evolutionary trajectory of language. The series is inspired by Christ's last words on the cross, and as Mark Rothko would later do in the Rothko Chapel, Christianity and passion are expressed indirectly. Sometimes, a line is more powerful than an entire figurative representation.
Thus, Barnett Newman's blank canvas, barely touched by a line of expression, like all his minimalist works, is for us not just a piece of art but a place. A starting point. A potentiality. That point, as said, where the seeker must learn to stand, observing all roads without seemingly taking any of them. And this is where art and spirituality intersect. For this is also the place where dance arises. The still point at the center of movement. Its source.
After all, it must be said that one of the functions of art (and in this regard, the visual arts have always influenced the times with great foresight) is to show the way. These minimalist artists of the 1970s, by reducing figuration to degree zero, perhaps unknowingly pointed out to humanity that it was no longer the time to merely express oneself, but the time had come to learn to work on being. On the quality of one's being. So, if we were to find keywords for our future projects: Emptiness. The center. Dance. White. Interiority. The abyss. And finally, with grace and courage, dancing on the abyss.