Oswaldo Vigas’ exhibition at the Ateneo
C. de S.
Valencia, Venezuela. 1943
Because it involves a young painter who is already requiring his destiny in the conscious criticism, it’s why we can now praiseworthy make Vigas the artist that is immediately occupying all the attention of pictorial art’s lovers and specially of the fervent maintainers of the small spiritual nook of the Ateneo de Valencia. Vigas is implying that he carries deep inside a different orientation, transforming himself from the humble painter that cuddled on the ablazed and exotic Cubism, to the craftsman who in an evolutionary manner is solicitous of shapes, of more complete beauties, consistent with the inner structure and in the presence of the concept of norms and standards of schools full of the best technique.
If yesterday, many critics disagreed because they did not like his system, his paintings of rarities, etc., today they judge him and delight through his forms of evolution, in his stockpiles of pure art reality, in his manifest expressions, more in line with the creative stylization, in his works that are being manfully discussed of Vida lejana, Tragedia, El último camino, a trinity to judge when you have the merits of a psychological state that boils within an artist who predominates also in the psychological world, where he moves the forms he has pervaded with shades of feeling, color, life and enthusiasm ... Thus, in between the natural colourfulness of his paintings, there is a lot of the creator, a lot of goodness.
Therefore, let us judge him in the essential part. In the part of his art which has begun to delineate him as brilliant and as a fantastic creator. Even also in the musician’s Spectrum, the colorful and rare cubist lines seem to fade out, to jump right into something that symbolizes and expresses something, something that is art and which enshrines the artist because the eternal and supreme reality starts to make way in his work. In the Espectro del músico, the recall that left him drunkenly grabbed to Cubism started to fade out. That's our thinking. We either respect the thoughts and the feelings of others...
So, let us stimulate this young painter who is determined to snatch up his final triumph and consecration from the hands of glory.