Otiniel LINS was born in Barreiros Brazil, 1978. He participated to an exhibition in France in 1999 with "les amis du Bresil" and he has been living in France since then.
Flowers, blasts of colors and materials, vibration on the web and then these backbones floating…that doesn’t seem to have any logic, no relevance, no meaning, but after taking a closer look, giving a second thought, it becomes clearer that is not just about juxtaposing unrelated pieces hoping that they will communicate, hoping that they will talk to us and tell us a story.
Like all great artists Otiniel teaches us to see the mystery, the depth, the invisible me: it is the time that is offered to us here, in its complexities, its impossible, its chaos.
The ever running time in its unalterable course.
The fragile timespan of the vegetal, ephemeral, alike our relative life timespan, dust and vibration.
The flower is not anymore carnivorous but flesh, it makes the naked bone’s material its own, gets dressed with muscle, tendon, blood, the petals become skin, the stems backbone.
The dates stands out there, elegant and simple, just laid out, to remind us this present time where we still are, where we were, and, without being able to think of it, the time of our absence.
Akin to wild flowers, time without us will always be larger than our own lives. However after the flower remains its scent, remains the color, remains the flower itself. It will return from under the ground, even and different. So it is with ourselves, when we are not any more we will still be memory, when we were not any more we were already project.
Let’s make of our present time, like Otiniel Lins likes to show us in its artworks, the most beautiful bouquet possible.