Roberto Fernández Ibánez
Mountains of Uncertanty
2017 September 15, 3 pm
I always liked landscapes, both the natural and the imaginary ones. I walk in the first ones with my body, and with my mind in the latter. But there are mountains and valleys in which we go through without knowing it. They are unpredictable, unstable and sometimes discouraging. In them we are but data, dots in a fictitious landscape not created by Nature but by human mind’s abstraction. Even though their materialistic look, I perceive a kind of aesthetic behind the graphs and their changing geometry. Mountains and mathematical graphs: landscapes similar in shape, but opposite in essence. Behind the ephemeral status of companies or countries (Prophetic landscapes), and environmental changes (Melting Point), lays the serene presence of perennial, undulated mountains that call me to inner peace and reflection. Today’s prophets make their predictions based on past and present data. Their tools are statistical analysis, mathematical models and probability. They call them projections. We can make faith of these projections or not. But we just can’t reject or refuse them: we have a role to play in our daily life, which could change future events. So do the entire world’s societies, companies, institutions, and nations.
Furthermore, the news talks about global warming. Everything happens in fast destructive events. But at a slower, unperceptively path, ice turns into water making the sea level a bit higher each day. And at this very moment a glacier is disappearing. Perhaps the Arctic Sea and its glaciers are far from you now. You can’t hear the sound of ice turning into water. Can you? Perhaps for you Melting Point is a physicochemical measurement. But from now on don’t think of Melting Point, Arctic Sea or Antarctic ice as something beyond your comprehension or beyond your potential to change things for better.
Think of Melting Point as a geographical place.
Think of Melting Point as a presence.
Melting Point has arrived to stay.
Where will you be then?
Having said this, when the heavy weight of speculation and political interests exhausts me, I search and find shelter in my own mountains. I mold them with my hands, and print them like a hermit in the red cavern of my darkroom, as a cave artist would do. It’s a personal commitment: at any time of History, anyplace, we have something to say, to share and to show.