We live in a society that censors the body as if it were illegal. A cultural burden that we carry with us from Judeo-Christian origins and that considers the body as something sinful.

This should make us rethink the role of the body in our society, the one from which we are totally dissociated. For the only collective image that remains of him is that of the idealized bodies that advertising shows us to sell their products and plunge into standardization.

Honestly, I was looking for a piece that didn’t need explanation or synopsis. A personal piece. Only because I want to, because I can.

Something to express myself without words. To explore my emotions, my love and my hate; the deepest parts of me.

A living piece with which to find new things in each exhibition. To explore, to dream. It’s just something personal.

There are places where you have lived many thing and when you leave them a part of you stays there.

Every experience leaves a mark on the memory. The past is anchored in the mind and comes back at times. Abandoned spaces also have their memory, all the stories that have lived in them. A ghost that keeps remembering everything lived.

(The objectification of the bodies) Sexual objectification takes place when the person is attributed to the condition of sexual object. Dissociating the sexual sexes and the physical beauty of the rest of the personality and existence as an individual. This phenomenon is transferred to all areas of a society addicted to consumption, new, using and throwing. Making human relationships a mere transaction.

A cosmic Nebula seems like a star. It gives birth to new elements which in turn will give way to life. All this life that existed, exists and will exist is made up of the same stardust that arose eons ago.

As said with great eloquence by Carl Sagan: ‘we are stardust’.

CON LOS PIES EN LA
TIERRA,
LA CABEZA EN LAS
NUBES,
EL CORAZÓN EN UN
PUÑO
Y EL RABO ENTRE LAS
PIERNAS.

I would like to talk about desire, the sensation that makes one feel incomplete without knowing why. It is as if the happiness puzzle is missing a piece.

Desire drives us to look for and try to achieve our objectives but at the same time, can lead to a state of melancholy and anxiety for fear of not being able to enjoy what we aspire to.

Incomplete is a small essay on this feeling, the thirst of feeling incomplete, the amputation of the soul.

Sometimes art seems pointless. The artist can create his conceptual reasoning, but it is the viewer who ultimately gives meaning to the work creating a dialogue between both.

In this piece the artist only tries to find himself through ink stains sketching with his body. Using the symmetry he creates suggestive forms that give rise to multiple interpretations, as did Rorschach with his cards in 1921.

It only needs a viewer that gives sense to the forms.

Every system requires a set of established basis that supports it and prevents its collapse. Definitely the socioeconomic system that shelters humans is not exempt from these rules.

For proper operation it requires to program terminals/individuals with the basic notions of operation. Social rules and religion are just some, since any stimulus received from the outside is assimilated as their own.

This work is intended as a digital allegory (in pure 21th century’s style) of how The System inserts in us the basic guideline for its own perpetuation. The same individuals defend the System’s basis, their System.

We are born classifiers. We divide good from bad, and healthy from harmful. We also divided by gender: men and women, boys and girls. The human mind tends to categorize. It is an un- conscious mechanism that helps us to relate with the world around us.

But since we are born our body also is full of labels. A label used to know what we are. These tags can become so powerful that sometimes we come to believe them and make them our own.

But who put these labels over us? Who creates? Who divided our personality in a series of mass produced labels that categorize us into an identified group?

LABEL can not provide answers, but opens the door to questions.

Two concepts completely different. Two pairs of hands far from each other. Without more defense than themselves, the Pianist and The Onanist are facing loneliness separately. Thus shake hands in the distance to make a SOLO.

Time took him hostage. He was trapped and used as a puppet. But he wanted to escape. So he realized only way to escape, is not tied to time.

Alone in front of the camera, with no shield but his own nakedness, the artist moves to the world of “Explorers”, an intimate and imaginary space where he can unleash his imagination. He transforms himself into a self-explorer, an obsessive researcher striving to capture every gesture, movement, expression… Each wink, each light and each shadow.

Brain is a neuronal jumble that interweaves through the synapses to make a very complex network.
Brain is plastic. It changes with each experience, and knowledge, turning the connections. Neurotransmitters and other molecules distort our knowledge, our perception of the world, and our personality.
Mente Subterránea (Underground Mind) is a small research about our consciousness, about the neuronal interconnections that at end of day make us what we are.

Light draws shapes in the space where we live. Only must to know capturing the moment.