Twisted (adj) 1. Forced out of its natural or proper shape; crumpled. 2. Unpleasantly or unhealthily abnormal; warped. This time I present you Horacio Quiroz, a Mexican painter that explores the boundaries of the tensions between the aesthetic and the non-aesthetic on the same support with artworks that go from the beauty to the grotesque. 

Before continue talking about the artist I just wanted to expose an open question in this space: Are we born with an innate perception of beauty? I mean, before I used to think that we born with a mind as a blank canvas and then when we grow up society and media shape the way we think and in many segments of our lives it is like that but now, somehow, when we talk about beauty I start with some doubts. Going deeper on this topic got more and more curious every time, is like an evergreen pursuit to define it. 

Beauty has been considered from the Renaissance as calculable and objective, with proportions, symmetry, and harmony, then it was replaced only by the “taste” and turned immeasurable and subjective. It was in that period when artists had the power to define beauty in their hands, one of the few ways to testify beauty was on paintings. 

Artists still have that power and Horacio Quiroz expresses his own dichotomic perception of the the world. He searches for an idea of beauty that has to do with the body in its most tense depictions, with the body in its extremes, with the body on the brink of defleshing or completely butchered. What Horacio does is a glorious reenactment of the corporal, of that which is human in its naught degree. The human that is inside and outside at the same time, not interior or exterior, not soul or body, just one, beautiful and horrible, sensual piece of flesh.