Noica
You have never heard her name.
And yet, when a dream—any dream—braided florescent
nets over the face of time,
Noica was there.
For you, her hair might be the lethargic tide
on which the sky rises up on the first christmas
that hovering bride, her crystal bouquet frosted and a silver ribbon
on her throat, For you, her clothing might be a room where, slowly, leaves fall, diadems of vines and rains When love, its hands of enchanted foliage, knocks.(...)
"…And, once again, we find ourselves viewers before Batlle Planas’s paintings, viewers who know that an artist sends a visual message straight to our sensibility, that he takes a non-rational path to make us understand. In his paintings, he speaks to us of angst and vague despair, of reveries, of inchoate aspirations, of ideal entities whose grandeur one could only hope to reach—and all of that in a language of colors never even imagined, of blues and grays so transparent they are only possible in the atmosphere of the dream."
“… It has been evident since his first works, produced in 1935 (he was clearly in no hurry to show his art), that Batlle Planas turns his back on the real. His decorative projects take the shape of resolutely non-figurative drawings and paintings in two or three dimensions. That art was arguably not yet super-realist; he had not started delving into the unconscious. But we already find ourselves at a distance from intuition and rationalism.”
