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With deliberate austerity and without expressive excesses, Daniel Amaral Oyarvide takes up the challenge and makes a fond rescue of what is beautiful. Precision matters because that devotion to beauty is one of the essential guides in all his work. Baudrillard has argued that seduction in the face of beauty, as seduction, was a mere artifice, hardly simulacrum. However, in this case, the opposite happens. Seduction before the beautiful germinates from the visceral and does not seem to be linked to explicit hedonisms or sensuality. It is woven into the affective, in the desires of the human being, in their beliefs, in their intimate plots, even in the wakefulness of their inexplicable anguish. It is born from myth and flies over a prudent rational thought. It generates uncertainties and offers the repose of what it does not demand: the logical rigidity or the exuberance of delirium. His work sits in the warm intimacy of what is often called the spirit. It generates a profane exercise of faith that can touch even rigid atheists or the insecure agnostics.