A nocturne, by definition, is a musical composition without a specific form that is usually performed at night when the lack of light sharpens the senses and ignites our thoughts. A nocturne, visually, can be an aesthetic incident, a shadowy image where light explodes. On this occasion, a room lit only by objects made of light, suspended in the dark; a nocturne with doors, chairs, tables, mirrors on the walls and a well, in the background, like a great leap into the void. A famous painter wrote - after witnessing a bombing - that night is above all an arrangement of line, shape and color. A nocturne is above all a problem that I try to resolve. A problem –we must add– between light and shadow: Chinese shadows, electric shadows, shadows that disturb, when the night became voice, the light became word. The words reflect and make shadows with the neon lights, fluorescent lights, lights that are colored lines, since those who work with light build shadow.










For Iván Navarro, light is a form in space, a note that is played and a strategic way to capture our attention. As moths rehearsing their death, we approach a fluorescent tube always - according to a poet - so that drunk men can stay awake in a bar, in an art gallery, in a dark room, in the face of a problem. So that, without being able to see, being dazzled, we listen ... Please listen: the flicker start, the buzz of neon, the current transition, the energy circulation and the movement of a metallic spinner spinning in an endless turn. And behind, or further back from these initial sounds, rumble - lower but deeper- other sounds, other voices. Amidst them we manage to distinguish: interrogation questions asked in front of an mirror; the cry of people before they are put to silence; the screaming of an agonizing body in the electric chair and the last spoken words of a murdered man – not knowing they were the last. In this sound sequence, you can also hear shots, explosions and bombings but, further still, you can still hear the melody of a song that has not stopped playing.


Imagine this exhibition as a pentagram, where each object is a note, a sound that is expressed in space, a dark musical piece, in the opened bright eyes and the closed opaque eyes.

Amalia Cross