Betty Gold
Corten Steel
121 x 72 x 72 cm
A sail gliding across the sea is a dream in motion.
A sail gliding across the land is the possibility of a dream.
Contradiction is an essential part of life.
Does the sail belong to the sea, or can it be part of the mountains?
Under the cool shade of the ficus tree, they decide their own destiny.
Lorenzo Quinn
Bronze
170 x 20 x 20 cm
Embraced by life, the tree and the man dance.
An anchor of flesh and bronze, a verse sculpted in eternity.
One rooted in the earth, the other holding it up.
Jupiter protects them: a serene litany for winter,
a sweet rose for spring.
Jaume Mir
Bronze
258 x 40 x 40 cm
The dancer displays a serene nakedness.
Does he yearn for the freedom of the sky, or is he stretching his body to merge with life?
We yearn for what we don’t have, and when it comes to us, we quickly savor it.
He lingers, unhurried; his body, a bronze arrow, points the way.
Ours or his? Let time decide…
Llorenç Rossello
Bronze
198 x 78 x 94 cm
The Balearic slinger swings his sling through time.
He has seen Phoenicians, Carthaginians, Romans, and Greeks arrive on his shores.
He has served in the armies of Hannibal and Caesar.
His accuracy is legendary, his fame eternal.
Now, in times of peace, he cradles the memory of what we once were.
Juan Martinez Lax
Bronze
82 x 28 x 16 cm
A dance of bronze and water.
Praying lady with a serene veil.
Solid body and light soul.
Resounding stillness.
The tireless flight of silence.
Jose Luis Sanchez
Bronze
50 x 40 x 15 cm
They say that Selene dwells in the heart of the moon.
When Helios finishes his solar journey, she crosses the night with her winged chariot.
Embraced by a blanket of stars, she paints human dreams with the celestial bodies.
In the Homeric Hymns, she is a faint light to illuminate the path.
A hopeful glimmer: a reference and a sign for mortals.
Jose Seguiri
Bronze
57 x 90 x 38 cm
Beauty is in no hurry.
Why rush when everything changes without doing so?
She knows this, and combs her long hair carefully, charmed with her reflection.
In the distance, the mountains and their dream, the singing birds, the murmur of the wind.
Stop, oh, instant, you are so beautiful…
Enrique Broglia
Corten steel and stainless steel
190 x 85 x 33 cm
A bronze sun crossed by a ladder of stars.
The murmur of waves.
The sea, the sea, always echo and destiny.
Ancient and newly born.
In Sant Elm the gods are still alive.
Joan Cunill
Steel and stainless Steel
210 x 135 x 35 cm
The ladder of life takes us to unknown places.
Everything we have always desired seems to be hidden on the other side.
Beyond fear lies our destiny.
There are symbols that we must decipher with the drive of curiosity.
On the ladder of Beauty, the initiate reaches the last step.
Joan Riera Ferrari
Iron
174 x 61 x 61 cm
What a great eve the world was!
Nothing had been done.
No matter, no numbers, no stars, no centuries… nothing.
The past was ours.
We could call it whatever we wanted:
Star, hummingbird, theorem…
The ports floated above the world with no place yet.
They waited for you to give them a name.
Pedro Salinas, La voz a ti debida, 1933, p. 13.
Amadeo Gabino
Corten Steel
170 x 87 x 70 cm
Galileo symbolises the patient curiosity that makes us human.
Margueritte Yourcenar writes that time is the greatest sculptor.
Gabino immortalises its passage by honouring the memory of one of its most illustrious sons.
Observer, telescope of the soul, stellar revolutionary.
He made fear of the unknown his reason for being and existing.
Martin Mas
Corten Steel and Stainless steel
275 x 235 x 220 cm
Visitors always ask us: what is that shining thing at the bottom of the garden?
It’s Lola Dos, and we don’t know where the first one is, we reply.
Martín Más creates aluminum dialogues with the surrounding nature.
What is more real, a created tree or a planted tree?
Roots and soil mixed with steel and creativity. That’s Lola. That’s Martín.
Rafael Mahdavi
Corten steel
200 x 222 x 152 cm
We wandered without seeking each other, yet knowing that we were wandering to find one another.
Life hides behind the leap we never take.
Memory is the language of feelings.
A dictionary of faces, days, and scents.
Let’s take the leap. Let’s dare to live.
Julio Cortazar, Rayuela, 1963.
