PROJECTS

RECORDS OF THE BODY 

“The landscape of these paintings is configured in an area situated between the real and unreal, sleep and delirium, with the awareness that there are symbolic driving forces in the human psyche, forces that push us to create imaginary worlds, myths, dreams, desires that often connect with the mystery of sexuality and death, with birth and the fragility of human life. It’s also in the case of this painting; it accounts for the many incarnations of human history, as a sort of excavation of the senses that are found within sacrifice, violence and death.” (text by Eugenia Brito, poet and Chilean critic )

DEATH (acrylic on canvas, 120 x 90 cm.)
DESSERT I (acrylic on canvas 150 x 150 cm.)
Sunrise (acrylic on canvas 150 x 150 cm)
Shipwreck (acrylic on canvas 150 x 150 cm.)
SUNSET I (acrylic on canvas 150 x 150 cm.)
SUNSET II (acrylic on canvas 140 x 140 cm.)
NEST (acrylic in canvas 90 x 120 cm.)
FOREST (acrylic on canvas 150 x 150 cm)
DESSERT II (diptych acrylic on canvas 140 x 240)
SUMMER (acrylic on canvas 150 x 150 cm.)
REMAINS (acrylic on canvas 150 x 150 cm.)

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TRACES I

“Huellas” (Traces) (2012-2013), is the formation of a story that operates by besieging the places where the passage of human life takes place. (…)Subtle, mysterious, he gazes that sharp/keen eye which sees/looks and retains a memory, of that which existed, cohabited, had sex, and then was relegated to oblivion in those secret confines that we sometimes visit in our dreams in distress, in sadness, searching for its message and its belonging, like those bodies with which oneself coexists, that have been remnants of life in which we nest or insert the being. They are, then, rooms in which the being passes. In a way, thresholds. Since the sheets are where man spends most of his life.” (text by Eugenia Brito, poet and Chilean critic )

Pillow 1: DREAMING I FLY
(sculpture/ painting mixed media 40 x 70 x 17 cm.)
Pillow 2: EMBRACED
(sculpture/ painting mixed media 45 x 80 x 18 cm.)
Pillow 3: ASLEEP
(sculpture/ painting mixed media, 45 x 70 x 19 cm.)
Pillow 4: SLIPPING AWAY
(sculpture/ painting, mixed media, 40 x 70 x 17 cm.)
Pillow 5: GRANDFATHER
(sculpture/ painting mixed media 60 x 85 x 15 cm.)
Pillow 6: YOUNG SLEEPING
(sculpture/ painting mixed media 40 x 70 x 17 cm.)
Pillow 7: YOUNG LISTENING TO MUSIC
(sculpture/ painting, mixed media, 45 x 80 x 18 cm.)
Pillow 8: YOU DID NOT ARRIVE
(sculpture/ painting, mixed media, 45 x 80 x 20 cm.)
Pillow 9: TWO THINKING IN SILENCE
(sculpture/ painting mixed media 45 x 80 x 18 cm.)
Pillow 10: THE
(sculpture/ painting, mixed media, 45 x 70 x 18 cm.)
Pillow 11: SHE
(sculpture/ painting, mixed media, 45 x 70 x 18 cm.)
Pillow 12: TWO
(sculpture/ painting mixed media 45 x 80 x 18 cm.)
Pillow 13: EVICTIONS
(sculpture/ painting mixed media 40 x 70 x 17 cm.)
Pillow 14: TREE
(sculpture/ painting, mixed media, 50 x 50 x 17 cm.)
Pillow 15: WAKE UP AND YOU WERE NOT
(sculpture/ painting, mixed media, 50 x 80 x 17 cm.)
Pillow 16: WOMEN
(sculpture/ painting mixed media 50 x 70 x 17 cm.)
Pillow 17: FORGOTTEN DREAMS
(sculpture/ painting mixed media 50 x 85 x 17 cm.)
Pillow 1: DEATH
(sculpture/ painting, mixed media, 40 x 70 x 17 cm.)
Pillow 19: BOY
(sculpture/ painting, mixed media, 35 x 60 x 17 cm.)

The slight pace through which he writes its story in successive archeological layers in which the mark and its biology separate fragile but inexorably the human being from other beings. The mark as part of living matter is its most precise trace of life; the history of man consists of marking places, with blood, with sweat, with semen if a man, or with menstrual blood if born a woman.(…) He sleeps there, makes love, and sometimes dies on them.”(text by Eugenia Brito, poet and Chilean critic )

Sheet 1 (painting, mixed media, 190 x 135 cm.)
Sheet 2 (painting, mixed media, 1,90 x 135 cm.)
Sheet 3 (painting, mix media, 190 x 135 cm.)
Sheet 4 (painting, mix media, 190 x 135 cm.)

RECORDS OF THE COVID

In late February I caught Covid-19 in Barcelona. On April 3rd, after almost a month, I left the hospital, weak, very weak. I had been in the ICU, my immune system was in crisis, my tired body was ready to let go and my mind was struggling, alert, without sleep. I was about to “cross over,” and came back to life …

Leaving the ICU, I made some sketches of what I felt I was living. I sketched with what I had at hand. You will see the result in this sample. It is something experiential, precarious, a way of seeing myself at the limit, and recording it as awareness of my own fragility, of life’s beauty and of the naturalness of death.

A swamp surrounds me
powerless
It’s hard to breathe.
A swamp surrounds me
powerless
It’s hard to breathe.
My inflamed lungs
like grenades
about to explode
I say goodbye
I beg
I fight.
I’m drowning,
the women in green give me oxygen
I see their eyes
just their eyes
their eyes
they talk to me and smile.
I breathe
I breathe
I look at my cell phone
I breathe
I see love
energy
I breathe.
The women in green
risk their lives
I close my eyes
they rescue me.
The water circulates in torrents
through my body to my feet,
it cleanses my lungs
emotions
insides
it’s purifying
it sets my free.