THE SOUND OF SILENCE
About the artist
Serafim S. Yssolo, a self-taught Angolan visual artist, was born on September 17, 1992, in Moxico, and is a member of UNAP (União Nacional dos Artistas Plásticos). Formerly known as Serafim Serlon, since 2021 he has adopted the stage name of Serafim Yssolo.
Statement
His artistic creation process seeks a distinct style, based on the appropriation of images created by him, through various photographic models, with the woman being the focus of the even. Yssolo at life as a constant learning process, and at Art as a sacred gateway to the Divine, a philosophy that he tries to pass on in his works. This is how he does his work, with his artistic streak, he conveys facts about himself, letting the moment guide him. He carries versatility in his self-taught, doesn't get caught up in techniques, and does what his artistic census asks. The purpose of his work is to discuss the importance of freedom of self-knowledge and the relationship between man and himself.
2017 - life rises remains, Gallery Escom, Luanda
2018 - Force of nature, Gallery Tamar Golan, Luanda
2019 - fake profile, Lubango (ANG)
2019 - Perfume of the Wind, Gallery CELAMAR, Luanda
2023 - between the beautiful and the sublime, Galeria Tamar Golan, Luanda
2010 - Coopart CELAMAR Gallery, Luanda
2011 - Coopeart, CELAMAR Gallery
2012 - Entre Ties Portugal
2014 - Fenacult, Luanda Bay
2015 - Youth Unit, (UNAP), Luanda
2016 - Revive Manguxi, Sports Gallery, Luanda
2017 - New Wave of Artists,Luanda Economic Bank Gallery
2017 - Exotic Mampuya Gallery
2018 - ATTITUDE, Serafim Serlon and Guilherme Mampuya
HCTA
2018 - 14th edition of the ENSA ARTE award, Museum of the coin, Luanda
2018 - World Africa Day, Shopping Avenida Lyanda
2019 - Angolan Luso Festival, Cascais-Portugal
2019 - NO´Art (Modern and Degraded Luanda-ELA)
2020 - Artists Christmas, Escom Gallery, Luanda
2020 - Talatona Art Gallery Generations
2017 - TV Zimbo, Luanda 2017 - CCB, Luanda
2017 - CIPRO, Luanda
2018 - ZAP Studio, Luanda
2018 - Public Television of Angola (TPA), Wakimono studio, Luanda
2017 - JOVENS DA BANDA, Nominated for the category of visual artist of the year, Luanda
c o l l e c t i o n s
2 0 1 7 - L I F E O N L E F T O V E R S
2 0 1 8 - F O R C E O F N A T U R E
2 0 1 9 - F A L S E P R O F I L E
2 0 2 0 - P E R F U M E I N T H E W I N D
2 0 2 3 - B e t w e e n t h e b e a u t i f u l a n d
t h e s u b l i m e
B e t w e e n t h e b e a u t i f u l a n d t h e s u b l i m e D u e t o t h e s t r e n g t h o f m o t h e r n a t u r e a n d t h e d i v e r s i t y o f t h e a r t s , w e w e r e i n v i t e d a g a i n t o h a v e a p i e c e o f t h a t f e e l i n g o f s h a r i n g , a n d o f a b r e a t h t h a t v a l u e s t h e e x i s t e n c e o f t h e s o u l o f t h e c h a r i s m a t i c a r t i s t , a n d h o s t o f t h a t i n v i t a t i o n ; S e r a f i m Y s s o l o . U n p r e c e d e n t e d , w i t h a n e n d u r i n g c a r e e r o f m u c h a n d a n i n t e n s e w o r k , n a v i g a t i n g t h i s a r t i s t i c p a t h , w i t h a r a n g e o f t i m e c o r r e s p o n d i n g t o t e n y e a r s a g o , a n d w i t h a h i g h m a t u r i t y o f e x p e r i e n c e s t h a t h a s b e e n c o l l e c t i n g p a r t i c i p a t i o n s o f c o l l e c t i v e e x h i b i t i o n s i n c o u n t l e s s w a y s , a n d a
r e s t r i c t e d w a y t o e x h i b i t h i s i n d i v i d u a l w o r k s ,
f o c u s i n g o n t h e t r u n k o f t h e c o u n t l e s s g u e s t s , f o u r
e x h i b i t i o n s h e l d d u r i n g t h i s c a r e e r :
2017 - Life Over Remains, Escom Gallery, Luanda
2018 - Force of Nature, Tamar Golan Gallery, Luanda
2019 - Fake Profile, Lubango (ANG)
2019 - Perfume do Vento, HCTA Gallery, Luanda
T h i s b e i n g t h e f i f t h t i m e t h a t i t h a s a t t r a c t e d o u r a n a l y t i c a l i n t e r e s t i n t h i s w o r l d w i t h o u t a r e f e r e e o r a P r e s i d e n t . T h u s , w e w e r e k i d n a p p e d b y a d a w n o f a n i n v i t a t i o n t h a t d o e s n o t s i m p l y p a s s o n t h e c o m m a n d o f t h e v o i c e , b u t t h a t s p e a k s d i r e c t l y t o o u r s o u l , b e c a u s e B E T W E E N T H E B E A U T I F U L A N D T H E
S U B L I M E , w e a r e c h a l l e n g e d t o k n o w t h e s p i r i t u a l
b a l a n c e , s o t h a t t h e d e v a l u a t i o n o f t h e t w o s u b j e c t s c o n n o t e d i n t h i s e r a , i s n o t a f o r m o f l i f e a d o p t e d i n t h i s n e w c o n f u s e d r e a l i t y , w h i c h l o o k s a t b e a u t y w i t h s u b j e c t i v i t y , w h e n t h e s u b l i m e h a s a l r e a d y b e e n f o r g o t t e n i n t h e i g n o r a n c e o f b e i n g c o n q u e r e d B e c a u s e i n t h e i r f i n a l d i v i s i o n B e t w e e n t h e B e a u t i f u l a n d t h e s u b l i m e , t h e r e i s a n e e d t o a p p r o a c h w i s e l y o n t h e s a m e s u b j e c t , w h e n t h e d u e t o f t h e p r e s e n t e x h i b i t i o n , i s a n a r t i s t i c n a r r a t i v e , p r e s e r v e d i n i t s l i n g u i s t i c n a t u r e , o f a n e q u i v a l e n t w e i g h t , p r e s e n t i n g t h e i m p o r t a n c e o f h a v i n g t h e c o u r a g e t o m o v e f r o m a c h i l d t o a t e e n a g e r , a n d f r o m a n a d u l t t o a w i s e o l d m a n . W i t h i n t h e m e n t a l , c u l t u r a l , p h i l o s o p h i c a l , p o l i t i c a l a n d s p i r i t u a l p r e r o g a t i v e .
S e r a f i m Y s s o l o , a p r e c o c i o u s , 3 0 - y e a r - o l d a r t i s t , s u r r o u n d e d b y p e o p l e w h o m a k e h i m g r o w a n d m a k e h i m g r a t e f u l f o r l i f e , w h o s i n c e t h e n h a s e n s u r e d t h a t h u m a n i t y c a n b e p r o u d o f i t s s p i r i t u a l n a t u r e t h r o u g h t h e p a t h o f i t s d i s t i n c t i v e d e s i g n a t i o n t h r o u g h t h i s p l a s t i c a r t t e l e v i s i o n .
F o r w e h a v e b e e n i n v i t e d t o o b s e r v e , n o t j u s t a n e x p o s i t i o n o f c o l o r s a n d f i g u r e s , b u t t h e w i s d o m o f t h e l i f e m i s s i o n o f a s p e a k i n g s o u l .
IamtheLegendofthefuture,andthepainofthepastcrowned
Myblacknessandmywhitenessareinthebrightnessofmy eyes,becausetheyaretheonesthatdictatethepurityofmy soul,orthebeautyofmyintentions.
Iamtheirreverentpast,andthebanishedfutureintheconfused egosaboutthereasonforlife
Crownedintheseedofabirth,andveneratedinthe preservationofthebeautyofthediversityofexistence.
Iamtheoneyoucannottouchwiththehandsofthe dictatorshipofhate,butfeelwithafearfulheartrespectingthe individualityofbeings
Mylanguage,myDNA BecauseitisthroughherthatItryto givetheworldthebestthatmysoulhastoofferwhilebeingthe bridge,betweenthebeautifulandthesublime,ofthesovereign civilizationsoftheworld.
IamtheLegendofthefuture,andthepainofthecrownedpast
Myblacknessandmywhitenessareinthebrightnessofmyeyes, becausetheyaretheonesthatdictatethepurityofmysoul,orthebeauty ofmyintentions
Iamtheirreverentpast,andthebanishedfutureintheconfusedegos aboutthereasonforlife
Crownedintheseedofabirth,andveneratedinthepreservationofthe beautyofthediversityofexistence.
Iamtheoneyoucannottouchwiththehandsofthedictatorshipofhate, butfeelwithafearfulheartrespectingtheindividualityofbeings
Mylanguage,myDNA BecauseitisthroughherthatItrytogivethe worldthebestthatmysoulhastoofferwhilebeingthebridge,between thebeautifulandthesublime,ofthesovereigncivilizationsoftheworld.
Isawwithmyowneyes,ahorizoncapableofgivingusalltheanswersin theworld.Whenthegreatrunnersrushedtoexhibitdiscoveries,they forgotthatwiththeeyesofthesoulonerunsfaster,andwiththethought ofpuritywetravelwithoutbordersinthegalaxiesoftheuniversethat formourroofsky
IwanttotellyouwhatIseenow,butIwasinformedtogiveyouthe freedomtoalsobecometheveriatorofthethroneofsharingyour understanding.
Idon'trunwithmylegs,nordoIspeakwithmymouth,butinasingle linguisticwayofexpressingmyart,Icharmyoursoulandhealyour being.
Bethemirageofyourownlegacy.
The mirror of sensations
I feel in the pain of the veins of my thought, the weight of the responsibility I have, in the legacy of the message I have to pass on to you
Sit in the chair of observation, reflection and travel within me, to know the variety of mirrors of the world's feelings. For it is they who work to ensure the balance of the wars between the souls who fight for each other, to guarantee the sovereignty of their distinction. And they bring us an understanding coated with beauty in admiration, and the search for peace in the sublime sensitivity of our common sense.
Come with me, and I'll tell you what it's like to be gray in a world where colors have been dumped into the sewer of the snapshot. And the purity of being, in the landfill of speculation.
How to speak without offending the soul, and how to save without killing the serenity of understanding?
The answer is in the photo of my colors. I am responsible for their sensitivity and curator of the justice of their opinions.
We are what we are I see in an entire generation, the breaking of bread with the bloro of lack of unity For the market in the fruit stalls of what was natural before, has been replaced by a staging of a fight that does not reflect the purity and greatness of the womb of each being that has passed the test of the judge of the matrix of existence We are what we are, but we never stop being what we are, due to a false race to the peak of beauty, without first having the parachute of the sublime of our soul We are what we are, but lost in the misrepresentation of individualism. When those who sow reap, and those who touch feel Don't stop running, but run without running.
Queen of wind wraps I can finally speak. Yes, now I can speak in the silence of my figure coated with much lucidity, and in the wrapping of the light of my numb image, however, which enchants any dreamer in the dazzle of the charm of what is seen, and in the unspoken satisfaction of what is felt. Now yes, yes, I can claim the legacy that rightfully belongs to me For if it is not so, I sin in the manifestation of my existence I dream, yes, I dream again of the crown of a Queen exiled among the dust of the winds of the lack of the spotlight of her coronation I'm back, this way, I don't walk without the sandals of recognition of my authenticity anymore. Taste the dish of art that makes you celebrate
Sovereign
I carry in me, all beauty among the thorns of the sensitivity of feelings, represented by the authenticity of my mute speech, in the robustness of my imperial crown of my sublime being
Sung with the songs of my colors, and crowned with applause from everyone, on the stage of admiration for the sovereignty of opinions, for your sacred, neverpatented artistic mentality
I don't want you to struggle with my visual authority, but to surrender to the wisdom of the skeleton of the artistic soul, the genesis of the birth of my existence Which will never be condemned in the courts of inauthenticity, but desired in the honeycomb winds of your soul
I bow to your admiration!
The
O forasteiro da lama da terra
Eu danço entre as cinturas do estilo da minha figura autenticada Que não foi roubado pelo grande ditador do tempo, na cultura da escravidão dos sonhos de beleza de sermos nós, sim, o nós da comunidade do sopro do pó da nossa natureza, e não, o grande eu inflamado de a superficialidade da falta de versatilidade
Não, você não entendeu o que minha alma está tentando dizer na sua, espere que eu explico melhor
Não se irrite com a minha existência, mas sim E não se apresse em usurpar uma das línguas do Deus das artes Pois ele tem olhos que pintam, e uma boca que fala por meio de figuras autenticadas pelos chefes do universo
Eu sou a lama que forma os pilares da cultura do mundo Se eu cair, a estrutura fica comprometida
Não se esqueça, meus olhos não te viram, mas minha alma sim!
Melted in the flames of silence
I was born with the lightness of the pain of a reason, but sequestered in the sympathetic abuses of the dictatorship of thought.
When you don't let me sing to the birds of lamentation, and you don't even let yourself take care of the orphans of passion
Today my loneliness is bigger than an implacable iceberg that fell all giant maturity hidden in my silent cries, and in the bitter speech of my facial expression.
I want back my youth of feminine honor, in the beauty of my nature, and in the freedom of the conquest breath of my sublime being
Can you be the interpreter of my silence to the world?
Innocent but knowing the way of life
Where is the beauty of my face? And where is the sublime of my essence?
You're the teacher of my walk, don't press the flush button of shame to face the truth that has many faces.
Exorbitant
Yes, I really am an exhibitionist, I carry with me all the prowess of the perfume of my elevation, of what no one can give me, but conquered by imposing myself with audacity and elegance in a world that crowns the beautiful, and worships in the shadows the sublime chained in the fear of being emancipated
But the culture of the abstract, today, left a window open for me, so that from it, I could also convince and seduce your prison of fear, and conquer the hospital of your ego, which kills your feelings every day.
I am the one who captures and captures the gaze, and breaks the ice of digging deeper into your soul, to buy a place, a legacy that only the summit of the sublime can buy.
Don't try to forget me...
beautiful and sublime
My charm is in the captivating serenity of my face Among the petals of beauty's sensibility, outside the jurisdiction of robotized autonomy
I can refuse, but I cannot beg what I also received from nature as part of the celebration of my artistic dynasty
Now, the beautiful covers me with the cover of its expressive donation, and the sublime illuminates me with the sun of my authentic, uncontaminated nature
Beautiful and sublime are my eyes, as well as the seductive configuration of my lips
Beautiful and sublime is the melanin of my skin, as well as the configuration of the serra da leba on the way to the throne of my hair
Between the beautiful and the sublime, where do you fit in?
G e n e s i s
In the presentation of this collection, Yssolo, introduced himself as Serlon, and presented different techniques and artistic expressions with different shades, and with a non-standard aesthetic. The artist used recyclable materials such as: wood, tires, plastic bottles, and in cheerful tones gives Vida Sobre Restos. He also brought in this collection, the drowning of the sorrows he experienced in the past, transforming them into works of Arts, which reveal hope in the midst of so much social inequality. The birth of a baby was highlighted in this collection, in this work, the artist travels to his past, he is reborn, grows and frees himself from social ties, meaning for his life, the ascension of thought, because where there were remains Yssolo via Art, and the expectation of a better tomorrow.
O n t h e h a r d j o u r n e y ,
L i f e h a d g i v e n m e a
m e s s a g e . W i t h a
v o i c e o f s e c r e t
s i l e n c e , t h a t c r i e d
o u t t o b e r e s c u e d
A u n t t r a s h ' s g a r b a g e ,
w a l k e d a w a y f r o m
t h e B o r d e r , I
w a l k e d , i n m y w o r l d
o f L i f e O v e r R e s t I n
v e r s e s , l i k e a l o s t
h e a r t a c h e , f r o m a
p a i n t o j o y w i t h
L a d y J o y ' s
b l o o d l e t t i n g , w i t h a
d r o w n i n g o f
t u r b u l e n t u p r o a r ,
t h a t s o m u c h c o u l d
b e f o r g o t t e n .
Yssolo shows in this collection images generated by the supports that sustain subjective interpretations of the observers of the images full of eroticism and sensuality, of the woman who generates the nation, taking into account that these images are not only found in the sign that generates it, but also in the thoughts of those who observe works such as Ndi Sulunle (undress me), Wosi Wove (só tudo tu), Cikale Nõ (Leave it alone) and Ensajo Lika (only joy). poetic rigor shows that we are not, nor will we ever be predators, but harmless prey in the face of one of the most beautiful and potent weapons of women, sensuality.
With images that exude love, beauty and glamour, in this collection, Yssolo explains the phenomena that hide the truth behind an exorbitant profile, and different from what is really lived and thought about an individual. The young artist, in these canvases, shows the trivial side of humanity, the joy, beauty, beauty and sensuality of the woman, who, due to her fortress, has a lot of power to camouflage, for example, the slipping of the personality before social networks, which end up confess the standards that govern the world, and yet, try to hide, the simplicity of people rich in spirits.
F a l s e L i k e a s e c r e t
u n d e r l o c k a n d , T h e
t r u t h s c r e a m s i n t h e
o c c u l t ! A b o u t t h e
t e n s i o n o f h a v i n g , T h e
e g o f o r c e s y o u t o
p r e t e n d w h a t i s n o t ,
L i k e s o m e t h i n g
d i f fi c u l t t o fi n d
F a l s e h o o d i s f o o l i s h t o
t h i n k t h a t i t d e c e i v e s
e v e r y o n e ! w h o r e a l l y
t h i n k s , q u i c k t o h i d e
t r u t h s w i t h m a s k s o f
f a l s e h o o d . I ' m a f a k e
p r o fi l e .
With images that exude love, beauty and glamour, in this collection, Yssolo explains the phenomena that hide the truth behind an exorbitant profile, and different from what is really lived and thought about an individual. The young artist, in these canvases, shows the trivial side of humanity, the joy, beauty, beauty and sensuality of the woman, who, due to her fortress, has a lot of power to camouflage, for example, the slipping of the personality before social networks, which end up confess the standards that govern the world, and yet, try to hide, the simplicity of people rich in spirits. Perfume
O n t h e a i r t h a t I
b r e a t h e , I s t h e
e s s e n c e o f m y s o u l ,
O n t h e t r a i l o f t h e
c r e a t o r ! I s e e m y
c a l m T h e d i v i n e
f r a g r a n c e i n h a b i t s
m y m o s t e t e r n a l
w o r l d o f e m o t i o n ,
L i k e a h e e l w i t h o u t
A c h i l l e s ! I t ' s m a n
w i t h o u t D i v i n e
p o w e r , I t ' s a
n o t h i n g n e s s , n o
a s c e n t t o t h e
n a t u r a l p a t h .
