“It opens, and many people throw up their hands” is a problem you insert into space.

Musicians and audience move around a gallery space during the first performance.

Au­di­ence and the mu­si­cians of Ver­tixe Sonora dur­ing the first per­for­mance at the Cen­tro Galego de Arte Con­tem­poránea.

Pro­gramme text for the pre­miere per­for­mance by Ver­tixe Sonora in a ret­ro­spec­tive ex­hi­bi­tion of the works of Por­tuguese painter Ed­uardo Batarda at the Cen­tro Galego de Arte Con­tem­poránea, San­ti­ago de Com­postela.

In her 2016 col­lec­tion Calami­ties, au­thor Renee Glad­man is si­mul­ta­ne­ously writ­ing to draw, and draw­ing to write, fol­low­ing the spi­ral of her hand until she is “writ­ing-draw­ing” and finds her­self draw­ing “some­thing I had felt as I walked among build­ings and per­haps some­thing . . . Maria He­lena Vieira da Silva had done” (115). What had Vieira da Silva done? In her works of the 1950s, she had done twisted geome­tries of depth and per­spec­tive, fling­ing the ghosts of some goth­ically fluid urban skele­ton across the can­vas, and it is these molten grids that Glad­man finds her­self trac­ing.

In the work Ed­uardo Batarda was mak­ing in the late 1980s, we find dark, stri­ated can­vasses, on the sur­face of which the ribs of some tan­gled struc­ture have been il­lu­mi­nated by a way­ward hand, and in fol­low­ing the swerve of each line as it weaves be­hind an­other, it is hard not to see his hand as haunted by Vieira da Silva’s. We might fol­low this line off the can­vas and into ge­neal­ogy, but this is not just a lin­eage of the eye. In­stead, Glad­man tells us how “draw­ing was a way to think with the body and writ­ing was the story of the body in thought” (90). In her text, we move flu­idly be­tween image and word, from body to con­cept, and back again. Words can be chewed, swal­lowed, or spat out (95), and con­cepts can be­come “a grid of light” or “an opaque sur­face” given flesh and weight (34). Vieira da Silva and Batarda’s lines don’t sim­ply ap­pear sim­i­lar to the eye; the lines of one artist pass into the body of an­other, such that the ges­tural com­pul­sion of one day in 1953 weighs upon the flow of an arm in 1988.

So it is that Glad­man’s “writ­ing-draw­ing” can be­come a pro­posal for an act of the body: “‘It opens, and many peo­ple throw up their hands’ is a prob­lem you in­sert into space” (124). As she finds a way to bring her­self to the page in sen­tences, she is find­ing a way to lead us away from the page and into space. I bor­row the title for this per­for­mance from Glad­man and am grate­ful for the com­pan­ion­ship of her writ­ing, be­cause her lan­guage makes the world ready to re­ceive ac­tion and hands us prob­lems to try and in­sert into space. I would also like to thank the mu­si­cians of Ver­tixe Sonora for their will­ing­ness to join me in this and for mak­ing space for my prob­lems.