At what point do shapes resolve themselves into letterforms? What is the smallest unit of visual information that can communicate lexically? How does the perceptual dance of figure and ground affect the way we extract meaning from text?
When you're in love with another person, don't you find yourself studying with passionate intensity the finest detals of the creases in their skin that you can resolve? What poet is not this in love with words? Carlos Luis is this in love.
Carlos Luis has recently published "Factuum" in collaboration with Steve Dalachinski (xtant press), "ma(1)ze Tassel Retrazos," words by Derek White and images by Carlos Luis (Sleeping Fish Press), and "Tellsthismuch" with Wendy Collin Sorin (Runaway Spoon Press).
He will also be showing his collages in July in Marteupmarket gallery in Montevideo, Uruguay, reading his texts in Cordoba, Argentina, and participated in the recent collective show in Cleveland.
Carlos Luis was born in La Habana, Cuba, in 1932 and currently resides in Miami, Florida. He has lectured, published, and exhibited in a wide range of venues around the world. He is a die hard socialist disappointed with the so-called left. Last, but definitely not least, he is married to Martha and has two sons, one daughter and six grandchildren.