‘Vessels’
In the studio, and in a storage room, the sculptures stand like a group of huddled beings, waiting. When Eva Fàbregas opens the door and switches on the light, I see them on the floor and half expect them to speak to me. Their biomorphic forms give off a strong sexual tone. They tease me with their blatant play on deceptively hard-but-soft surfaces, pointed extremities and round, brightly colored limbs, so similar to gonads. They overwhelm with their erotic potential, fluids and desire. They seem very explicit, so I am immediately suspicious of their manifest directness, their total intelligibility. What else is hidden in the playful, colorful sculptures that the artist presents in “Vessels”?