poet_pablo_saborío

This site features some of my poetry (including quite a bit of juvenilia), early works in art, and photography; among other productions of bliss&despair.

My art website is found at pablosaborio.com

Browse below to read my latest poetry both in English and Spanish. Or quickly jump to modern art paintings, photography, and existential quotes that have inspired me.

©2008 – 2021 Pablo Saborío

The color of uncertainty

Very pleased to have my second solo exhibition at Red Door Gallery in Copenhagen, Denmark.

Address: Møllegade 23 A, kld. tv, 2200 Kbh N.

Opening date: September 16th
Time: 4pm – 7pm

Exhibition runs from September 16th to October 9th.

From the event’s description:

Red Door presents THE COLOR OF UNCERTAINTY, featuring the latest works by Costa Rican-Danish artist Pablo Saborío.

After a period of unrest, isolation and existential uncertainty, Saborío wrestled with the darkness of his mind to create new works that explore the potency of color as a means of achieving catharsis – the purification of emotions through art, which culminated in a sense of renewal.

The works exhibited feature pulsating fields of dynamic frenzy while simultaneously (and paradoxically) being in a state of composure. Saborío utilizes different mediums such as paper pulp, ink, acrylics, and wood on acrylic glass to create stunning effects.

These are some of Saborío’s ‘last paintings’ before he transitioned toward video poetics, a merging of experimental video art and poetic discourse.

THE COLOR OF UNCERTAINTY will also feature a display of many of Saborío’s video productions.

Beer, wine and refreshments will be served for the opening.

BIO:
Pablo Saborío is a Costa Rica-born artist and poet based in Copenhagen, Denmark. This will be his 5th solo exhibition in Denmark since 2015 and his second solo exhibition at Red Door Gallery, after RETURN TO SOURCE (2016).

Roca en la voz.

Anterior al bello
viene
la mano de él,
hijo,
colocho de ruido
rasando la alfombra
con el motor
abarcando ímpetu
pero sin destino

Una necesidad
de tener llaves
para puertas oscuras
que abren al abierto,
horas enteras
abriéndose a tardes,
a noches, a cosmología;

El espejo
ante la desnudez
del bosque, el eco
del animal que muere
atrapado
bajo la eternidad
de una roca

Daba boca a la sal,
saber la sangre
hablar lo helado

Un elogio a la amargura
que ha brotado sopa
de fruta, azúcar amarrada
sobre el pelo, luz

derritiéndose sobre la piel

Tanta alegría
mientras la nubes
transitaban rubias y ciegas
palomas espiando
las boronas
que la dialéctica del viento
trae y se lleva

Esto es un pleno enamoramiento
con el suelo
que sostiene pero nunca
retiene.