SERIES 1
Le jeu de la recherche

 

 

"If the paintings and collages of Candida Romero seem to deal with such anachronisms, it is because of another "anachronism". Candida taking Proust's work as a "model" as others have taken those of Homer or Dante or Tasso or...

Candida Romero or the search of what once was the painting of history...
Candida Romero or the indifference to certain ‘cliché-ridden trends’...”
—Pascal Bonafoux





SERIES 2
Sodome et Gomorrhe

 

 

"From my notes, gleaned from her body of work, Candida Romero has made a fabric of metaphorsfor us. Like her, I browse second-hand stores and flea markets in search of old photo albums that bring back to us entire families long gone, even the memories of the ungrateful great-grandchildren who sold the images. Like her, I buy everywhere, even at the flea markets of New York, dozens of photographs in "cabinet" or "business card" formats where, in my case, young women's faces seem to challenge us through time. What a dazzling invitation from the artist that these faces so terribly young that stare at us, sometimes seeming to implore us to grant them a little more, so little, please, of our time! "

—Pierre-Jean Remy





SERIES 3
Jardins Secrets

 

 

“Candida Romero shows territories that unite the real, the imaginary, the memories, the determined and the indecisive, the vaporous. She conceives foggy, milky, melancholic countries, opaline opacities, strange iridescent mists. She creates diffuse halos around half-hidden lights, secret and inexhaustible gardens, green ramparts of foliage, laurel hedges, dormant coppices, sometimes bluish-green mirrors of puddles, the aurora of Balbec, distant beaches, the reflections of Venice. She weaves together sand, water and sky.“

“In the landscapes of Candida Romero, water, ink, oil overlay. She suggests hills, an alley, a bridge, a veiled bell tower, drowned in mist, lichens, rust stains, runs, drips, condensation, vapors, the uncertain.
If Candida once revealed the androgynous, male-female figures, joined by butterflies and flora, she now represents distorted territories, disguised, metamorphosed, eaten away by time.”

—Gilbert Lascault