(Madrid. 1987) is a photographer and video-artist, living and working in Berlin. She studied Advertisement & Public Relations and also Audiovisual Communication at the Universidad Complutense de Madrid. After this, she took part at the International Masters at EFTI, specializing in Conceptual Photography and Artistic Creation and participated also in the course about Narrative effects of light (Cinema photography direction).
Light is indeed a very important part of her work which makes her explore and experiment in the Northern Europe countries.
She has in her CV more than 300 exhibitions, video installations and festivals, all over the world (in important places like Palais de Tokyo - Paris-, Project Art Space -NYC-, Kunsthalle – Deutsche Oper Berlin-, Círculo de Bellas Artes -Madrid-, MUA Alicante, Da2 Salamanca Museums, etc.). She also participated in important Art Fairs such as ARCO or Art Madrid, Positions (Berlin), Art Basel... In April 2017, Irene Cruz will be the invited artist of La Quatrième Image art fair in Paris.
She has won several prizes, including a second prize in Fototalentos (organized by the Banco Santander Foundation in 2010), the second prize in AENA Foundation Photography Contest and the first prize in Iberdrola Photography contest in 2014. Irene Cruz was also awarded by the International platform Elmur.net for the best video art of 2014.
She has participated in the festival Photoespaña several times since 2012 in different galleries and art spaces, being the youngest artist that has taken part in this festival. She was also rewarded as the emerging artist with the most international renown by the art specialist jury of Why on White, composed by the most important gallerists and cultural managers of the moment.
Her artworks are also part of important international collections.
"My Artwork is about mystery, privacy, integration with the landscape … Making my work away from customization to represent universal emotions and feelings. Another distinguishing feature is the light, a light of sunset, a cold light …that's “my light”, I always feel very big attraction that light dim and intimate, subdued, serene, enveloping the stage. Rarely I show faces in my photos. Although I think the main key is what means the word “liminal” (referring to a position of an initial stage of a process, or be on both sides of a boundary or threshold). I mean, are between day and night, between the tranquility and restlessness. Is not a limit. It is a road, a bridge. Nature is everything."
Project: The Muses
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Who really belongs to oneself? Not even time has denied the unscathed step that prevents it from staying. It just gets carried away and happens. Perhaps we could think of the foam crawling the beach, blurring in sweet caress the fine thread of existence that becomes one, a single journey; turning from the shades of the swinging that breaks in waves, the good desire to look for the craving of being. Where I am is where I exist.
Thus, nothing is totally owned by anyone, nor has it ever been. At birth we dwell an unpostponable wink. A sigh that means the great opportunity to be one, to mutate into the moves of a cry so plural to the invader inspiration, once is admitted. That which is true is disposed to the feet of the whole world, the soul with which one looks, the memory without a tendency to forget its plots. We are not what we saw, we saw what is.
Irene Cruz invites us to look from the depths, right from the edge of silent phrases she translates through her muses, the well-known silhouettes. Authors of an inspiring breeze turned into friends. They all gather together and mark a precept of becoming the same delicate identity. It is the name given to all, silky skin in the flesh that dresses just well, and their favorite flowers resting on the threshold that scarcely delimit such earthly body from the landscape filled with bluish haze and colors of rare hours at the eternal autumnal forest. They make you feel the sweetness of the perfume that bathes them and slides down their neck, binds the limbs without excessive caution or rests on the preferred turns of desire; crowning their hair or watching for ulterior movements, foreign to any fear.
Epitome of a muse are the muses alike. The task is simple: to heighten the desire of perpetuate the immensity of the environment of an artist, who will dedicate to see beyond everything and freeze moments in contexts that do not expire. The thrill of thinking within the refuge of truth.
Creation in pursuit of being as far as life can reach. If one understands that to look does not obey to clear notes, first sights and facades, each image of the glitter presented by Irene gives us her reflection: the impulse to leave portions of the soul-artist in each one of her shots. For it is well known that the eyes are the mirror of the soul, Irene portraits her muses without a face capable of returning that audacious stare to the waiting spectator. So, the cycle the cycle cannot be broken (perhaps), and prevents from delving into distractions. It might be opportune to think that she would do so to make clear that this dissected moment is the world that inspires her, the world she sees on daily basis and implies new creationist overturns. It is the world to which she adheres to, so the urgency of showing beauty without shelter never leaves. That world is the one she looks at. That world is all her through a lens, and on this fragile line she dedicates her career to reinterpreting silences, to dress quiet nudity with the flowers of a life, to imitate herself in the figures of women who walk beside her for the fortune of meeting each other; raising natures, giving a well-deserved treatment to the consciousness of the body, to the whisper of the earth and the embrace of a tree; to the water that despairs to take its channel in time.
Words are revealed as an alluring relief converging in calm. Because trying to solve the few encounters throughout these years with the passion revealed, shortens within distance. Perhaps we all are them, the muses renamed in images of candles that once pointed the path to poetry, or whatever these letters seem to mean. Let that be the only truth: not knowing how to stand still and put on the whole ground as a shoe, or belong to the time that means beauty.
Christian Chávez Plasencia
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