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An installation of ceramic pieces reminiscent of pre-Columbian art on shelves. They are awakened and they are aware of being watched.
1997 – 2002
I feel my body populated by memories, impressions, beliefs, fears and desires. They are imprinted deeply, almost etched. They follow me, tormenting me, or sweetening my path.
At this stage of my life I wanted to summon their presence, thank them for being, and make peace with each of them. But I didn’t know how, until I saw a photograph of a Mexican statue from the Rockefeller Collection at the Metropolitan Museum in New York.
The act of drawing is a performance
The mural The Apple of His Eye