Flor María Bouhot (1949) is Colombia’s wildest, most daring, and most erotic painter. Her tropical fauvism skirts the edges of the abyss. Her strategy: a volcanic explosion of color. If she paints a red pepper or a pumpkin, they will inevitably turn into fresh, desirable flesh; if her brush plays with a vase or a tablecloth, its irresistible textures will bewitch with the tactile sensuality of the everyday.
Her trove of snared images then takes a rest. Over the years, in successive studios in Medellín, Bogotá, or Guadalajara, she has revisited them in the greatest silence. In this exploration, the photographic impression is a guide, never a straitjacket. It allows memory to blossom again, sensory impressions to emerge from the unconscious in a moment of alchemy, entirely unrelated to the documentary record.