This contemplative film
shows the trials and tribulations of artist Antonio Lopez's efforts to
capture the image and essence of the ripening quince tree in his garden.
As he surrounds the tree
with painted markings, string and a huge plastic shelter, fellow artists,
friends and building workers visit him and survey his work. In the process
of laboriously painting and sketching the tree they observe and question
him, and we in turn watch these different levels of observation (a theme
repeated by the inclusion of shots of people watching TV in the block of
flats across the road).
His obsession with precisely
positioning himself and the tree with markings (that eventually cover the
tree like bird droppings) is justified by his explanation that he is trying
to combine reason with intuition.
Lopez is a fussy and dedicated
artist. As the camera leisurely watches his activities we come to share
his love of the shape, colour, texture and play of light upon the ripening
quinces.
The people in the film
are not professional actors and the scenes seem unscripted and natural.
In this sense it is a documentary that tries to slowly unfold in front
of us the work of an artist, but at heart it tries to dig to the very roots
of artistic experience.
In Erice's project to
bring out the dreams and symbology of the quince tree, the delight of the
artist's eye is corrupted by the pretensions of trying to instil profound
meanings into simple pleasures. Thus, we are offered scenes of the artist
reclining, as if slipping into dreams of death, and self-conscious shots
of a film camera and floodlight repeating the human artist's attempt to
capture the essential image of the quince tree. Far better if we could
have been allowed to enjoy the tree with Lopez and his friends without
spoiling the fruit with such film school trickery.
The final irony is that
Lopez cannot capture the tree on canvas. The light is always changing and
he can't complete his work despite all his methodological, organisational
and imaginative powers. This is an on-going struggle with interpreting
nature and the essence of life itself, as such the canvas will never be
completed to anyone's satisfaction, least of all the artist's.
The Quince Tree Sun
does bear cinematic fruit, but whether you will like the taste is another
matter entirely.
Nigel
Watson