The black-glazed ceramic pieces came from my thinking about the essence of words, and how to translate materials as if they were languages. The shapes are abstractions of words, arranged together as in a paragraph. The forms are created from tracing around the outline of words, and abstracting them further and further to reach these world-like shapes. S■█etimes they retain the ability to be read, but their legibility is pushed to the limit to remain with only their essence.
With these pieces, I've been thinking about translation, and how rather than translating from language to language, it can be done from material to mat▄▀ial. Using terracotta, I can explore this material's own limitations, such as the way it shrinks in the kiln, or the type of softened corners that it produces. Responding to these limitations is like finding the handwriting of clay.
During my formal studies on typography, I was taught how to see letterforms carefully by simultaneously looking and not looking at letters. By focusing on things like the negative forms, or the spaces between letters and between w▀rds, I was trained to pay attention to the form and look beyond the letters, seeing and not reading, and understanding how words change their evoked meaning depending on the form and arrangement of the letters.
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Jacarandá from the 'Pressed Flowers' series.
At this time of the year, the Jacarandá blooms in Buenos Aires, covering the floor in a purple carpet of petals.
At the same time, in London where I am now, the pavements are full of yellow leaves that are falling from the trees.
Flowers and leaves mark the passing of time and cycles in a year, and I like the parallels and differences happening across both hemispheres.
I started cutting flowers without really knowing why I was doing it, becoming almost possessed with the movement of the knife going around the paper, and the flowers becoming physical once they're cut out in their silhouette. The childhood song Jacarandá by the Argentinian María Elena Walsh came to mind the next day, and some coincidences happened then: The song mentions tissue paper ('el cielo en la vereda dibujado está con espuma y papel de seda del jacarandá'), which is what I was using. It also talks about the colors light blue and purple that I was painting the papers with, and the time of the year being now when the flowers blossom. All of these connections came afterwards, which surprised me and made me think of them as synchronicities.
As a continuation of the thinking behind my "Pressed Prints" pieces, I started pressing the flowers. In those previous pieces, I would spray the paper with a mist of water to ease the flattening. So with these flowers, I thought of adding some essential oils to the water that I mist them with, to give the flowers another sense of themselves.
Another thing happened then, which was that my aunt told me that the word 'Jacarandá' in the Guaraní language means fragrant. It was another parallel to what I was doing, of bringing smell into the thinking. The fragrance of the flowers are actually very subtle and soft, I wouldn't think of these flowers as particularly having a smell or being fragrant.
Now I’m using the press in other ways, letting it surprise me with outcomes and with the way it behaves. Sometimes it's as if the work wants to do itself, and it brings me the understanding and connections afterwards. Those are some of my favorite moments in my practice, when I'm following it as it takes inside its maze, to find a flower at its center.
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Notes about three of my pieces in the show re:assembly at Nationale, Portland.
The paper tapestry, paper dishcloth, and sketchbook are works exploring my current interest in textile objects and techniques.
All these pieces use paper as the main material, and parallel lines as a constant gesture. These lines are developed from marks generated by custom-made tools, and as a result of my background and research on letterforms in typography.
Paper Tapestry #2 explores different possibilities of what lines can be and can do; the black lines are like images of threads in woven materials, which combine to create a surface, which when cut becomes dimensional. The tassels are made from leftover scraps of paper used when making the piece.
In the book Lines by Tim Ingold, he explains the relation between lines and the surfaces on which they are drawn. Threads can turn into traces and vice versa, and through the accumulation of transverse lines, surfaces are formed.
There's a conscious economy of material in this piece, by using thin newsprint paper that is cheap to produce and easily recyclable. I'm interested in reversing an established hierarchy of values, whether it is in the material, in the color, or in the technique. I also want to create from limited means and this being enough, a similar economy of material which is also seen in quilting.
The thin horizontal and vertical strips that join the four pieces together in Paper Tapestry #2 are a nod to back-strap weaving. When weaving with a back-strap loom, the weaver's body determines the size of the loom, which then determines the size of the textile. This play between body-loom-textile is similar to that between gesture-tool-form which I am interested in with typography. I have some Guatemalan textiles that have a very colorful and elaborate joint sewn between pieces, which show off rather than hide what could be a size limitation.
This conscious use and economy of material is also present in Paper Dishcloth, which was made during quarantine using newsprint as it was an easily available material. By recreating universal, everyday products like these cleaning rags, I'm reconsidering attention to humble textile objects. They hold a connection to home, yet are so universal in their design, pattern, and form, that they belong everywhere and nowhere.
I like to browse through the dish towels and cleaning rags in my local corner store. As their stock ends and new stock comes in, they change brands and patterns, yet they're all similar in the way that they're so universal that they become invisible because of how ordinary and similar they are. Still, they have certain beauty in them, in their open weave, in their strength, and in their connection to home.
In the sketchbook, I begin with a simple paper weave in black and white, which then goes through experimentations with color, pattern, and collage, interweaving ideas and testing possibilities for what paper and line could be.
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Sun and time as mark-making tools.
There are two artworks that striked me the most recently, in their simplicity and sensibility, and have remained with me since. One of these were Marie Lund's Stills, which I saw at the Weserburg Museum für moderne Kunst in Bremen. She took curtains from a house in Arizona which had been tinted by their exposure to the sun, and stretched them onto frames, showing the stains and bleaching left on the fabric. These highlights and shadows are marks made by sun and time, undisturbed by anything else. With these pieces she holds onto a moment in life and in a specific location, using materials that have been made with a gesture of their own.
The other artwork was Charbel-joseph Boutro's Sun Works, which I saw at Punta della Dogana in Venice. He shows a piece of newsprint with three rectangles inside one another in different tones of yellow. The paper had been exposed to the light in Beirut, where he's from, over one, two, and three consecutive days.
Both of these artworks attracted me in their simplicity and poetry. They're made with humble materials – curtains and newsprint – and have no other marks on them but the ones made from light and days. Sun and time are used as a mark-making tool, annotating the pieces with something ungraspable, which is a specific location and duration of a moment. The works are intimate, poetic, and enough.