Memory Without Conclusions
On the work of Xavi Muñoz

There are two points of view when it comes to what history is and what memory is. (Of course, there are many more of them. The subject is multilayered and multifaceted. But I seem to prefer black and white.) These viewpoints are well researched in philosophy. On the one hand, there is the line that stems from Paul Ricœur that states that forms mankind’s identity today and tomorrow. Collective memory becomes a way to understand the present and the future, an instrument to research, analyze, and draw conclusions about the self and the world around.
On the other hand, there is Michel Foucault’s approach. He views history as an inevitably subjective construct, as the view of a man from another time that can only offer an interpretation, not the truth.
The second viewpoint resonates with me more. I do not deny history's value, but I doubt its objectiveness and the purity of historical data. But there is an approach where neutral research through documentation plays the main role.
Memory Without Conclusions
January 19, 2026
Irina Cheremisova
CEO DOM Art Residence

Catalan artist Xavi Muñoz works with history, but doesn’t evaluate it. He doesn’t build a narrative and doesn’t try to recreate the past. He is a guardian. A gatherer. A collector in love who searches passionately for and finds the artifacts, transforming them into his artistic practice. Xavi doesn’t impose conclusions. He creates an aesthetic framework of his personal attitude as an artist, and he shares that with the viewer. Aesthetic in art is always a fine line. It can easily turn into an interior decoration, into a bright visual that distracts from the artwork’s meaning, idea, and core. But Xavi manages this balance. His visual language is reserved, delicate, it has inner tension, it is sophisticated and elegant, but it doesn’t repel with its beauty. In his works, the aesthetics doesn’t replace the research, but becomes its form exclusively.

When I first met Xavi, I, to tell you the truth, didn’t know what to make of him. He had something unreachable about him, almost aristocratic, the feeling of the “blue blood”. Close to him, I seemed to shrink. It was this feeling that one’s shoes are not clean enough to be in such an esteemed society.  Later, I was lucky enough to visit his studio. I saw that he talked about his historical findings with the cocooning care and love. I witnessed the delicacy and almost humility with which he showed his work. And it became clear that this was not a coldness, not a pose, but an intelligent refinement and politeness, like, for example, that of Erté or Eileen Agar. And it becomes unimportant if your shoes are shiny enough. And it becomes important to grab this opportunity to see these artworks live and to enjoy them.  I will comment on just one series. It’s a tryptic with love letters from the year 1955. Xavi finds these letters, he places them into frames and adds glass drops that are like memory bubbles, like resurfacing fragments of recollections. The text is partially legible, and the story stays open. One can imagine and speculate who those people were and what love they lived through. It gives a feeling that you are looking into somebody’s private life without violating the boundaries. Not everything becomes accessible. Some things remain hidden. And this is exactly what gives us the room for imagination. This art is attractive and reserved, visually aesthetic, and as deep as research. This is good art that one should come and see. Even if the shoes are not very clean.