Liliane Tomasko employs a very different way of reflecting the inside of ourselves in what she calls the “record of a visceral subjectivity.” In the words of the artist, “The subconscious is an unstable beast, and does not want to be reasoned or conquered.” Beneath the surface of the tangible world, “we know that there is something else, a dark matter that shapes our lives and our actions, our interactions with the world we live in.” 

A set of large paintings, as luminaires expanded in an infinite landscape, will articulate the exhibition path. Next to them, a series of vertical paintings affect who we are, what we have, what we feel and what we want; while another set of works investigates more decidedly in the world of dreams. That recourse to the unconscious submerged in sleep, but also to its most emotional and sensitive part, is plastically resolved in a painting in which the strokes overflow the surface and resemble a panorama open to the inner structure of thought.

Night and the dream associated with it emerges as a pictorial territory crossed by a misshapen magma, tangled and feverish at times, arrested and expectant at others. The generous lines that seem to hold like a net everything that happens inside the frame resemble a neural map connected only in its most irrational part. Every gesture, every stain, every scratch of Tomasko´s paintings evidences our own brain scratches that are only revealed in states of mental suspension.

Although in her first work the proximity to the figure was still perceptible, in the works that Tomasko presents in the CAB it is only possible to build an approximate story after identifying the titles assigned to the paintings. Name me not [“do not name me”, but also “tell me nothing”] suggests a gloomy, ambiguous universe and a fearful point that the artist places in the field of the unfathomable, of the captive, of an interior that is only possible to show with the strength, decision and dynamism of a vital and transcendent painting with which the author interrogates us: do we not urgently need to address the question of the self, of who and what we are?