STATEMENT
 

I conceive the act of creation as an infinite loop. From my ver beginning in matters of art I have felt summon by the borders and displacements of its issue, always for its peripheries too.

The poetic of the works pivots over unreachable recurrences: memory, prints, traces, findins, repetitions, sequences, forgetfulnes, remains.

When I was a child I recollected remains from nature and some other leftovers that called my attention for its shape or colour, I use to make playful operations: accomodate, pile up, folded or hang up them.

From an early age  my relation with wood was given from the familiar ambit.  It was at the carpentry of my maternal grandfather where I spent my siestas collectin little pieces of wood and over them with his gouges I scrawled shapes without a form, a “way without a way”. It was there, in those instants when the magic happened.
It is for this reason that I rediscover in the engravin a comfortable “way without a way” and a renewed challenge, an encounter that breaks through all my works and it is an experimental manner where I immerse in inconmensurable drifts.

I am from Junin, a city in the northeast of Buenos Aires. It is from here that I think and produce my projects.
My academic training at the University of art let me get closer and at the same time format me at the artworld. Then dealing and staying with some relics rom that experience.
Today my works configure a mixture universo where concept, material, perfformingactions and the desplacement of the engraving converge in the Project that I enunciate as “Poetic of remains…”

Ponder on these times of excesses and overflows of every type, an epoch of discard not only of objects, but of humans too.
It is here where I become a gatherer a way of exhumation of savage o what is left a side, the hidden, the dinied. I am interested in making visible these matters.

I think that the univers of the disfunsional ideas and the undone things and the was of marginalized life could happened in other manner.  My poetic will try to manifest that it can also be brigthness and beauty in a wolrd precarized by the system. The present is nothing more than a heap of ruins, I consider that we have to search there…