Mystical weddings with tamed nature: this is what Carles’ gardens are like.

When they are not orchards, they are streets and places of a hypostatic Mallorca, recreated by the concrete emotion of a precise moment. Carles delimits an area, calibrates the tone of its light, classifies its reverberations, discriminates between the vibration of each shadow, catalogs the profiles of the forms on the ether, analyzes the protean face of the landscape and… then listens to the echo that each radiation produces in your consciousness. And they translate it into colors on the canvas.

The borders of the canvas are the walls of the hortus conclusus, that locus that is the center of a horizon of other places. The presence of the rest of the world imposes a special structure on the delimited territory that thickens both with what is visible and with the context that contaminates the text to make it exclusive, but not exclusive. The whole world fits into each painting by Carles because the whole world fits into one emotion. In that you can guess the impressionist preferences, that superb and meticulous vocation to portray, more than a place, a state of mind.

But this influence does not exhaust the genealogy of his way of looking. His thought is his look. Carles walks through his garden like Polifilo through the one of his dreams: escorted by two nymphs.