36"x36", hand extruded plaster and gold plating process on jute sacks.
Fragmentation is bits and pieces of memory. The process of reading, voicing or reciting a story, a tail or a poem, relies on word by word. Each letter is a fragment of a word, and a word becomes a fragment of a phase or paragraph. In turn, the paragraph relies on the totality or a “whole” to understand the work. When removing one or more letters from a word or words from a paragraph the work starts losing its identity and purpose. The works in my new series bring to light this fragmentation that tends to be more amorphous each time as if floating in cyberspace, no shape, no direction. Inspired by Sappho, the archaic Greek lyric poet, her “fragments” poems is much left to the imagination. My intent is that each work becomes “whole” in its visual expression and passes from fragmentary to whole, starting a new visual cycle of life.
What was your first experience with discovery of art? What made you want to become an artist?
It was when my grandfather took me to the Gold Museum in Bogota, Colombia. As an eight-year-old boy my eyes could not believe what they were seeing. Even though small, the goldworks displayed on the wall of the museum were captivating. The sparks, the glitter, the reflection, -How magical! It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen. I vividly remember to this date when we sat in a very dark circular room in the museum. Holding my grandfather's hand tightly, the lights suddenly started coming up second by second and everything started sparkling, glittering, shining! I was startled by what I had just experienced. It was a visceral reaction of fear, visual feast, and magic. When all the lights were on fully the entire room felt as you were inside the sun. That memory is the seed of my works, the nugget of my creative endeavors. I believe that seed was dormant for a while but, as in the lights brightening in the museum, I feel the light awaking in me like the sunrise.
It was when my grandfather took me to the Gold Museum in Bogota, Colombia. As an eight-year-old boy my eyes could not believe what they were seeing. Even though small, the goldworks displayed on the wall of the museum were captivating. The sparks, the glitter, the reflection, -How magical! It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen. I vividly remember to this date when we sat in a very dark circular room in the museum. Holding my grandfather's hand tightly, the lights suddenly started coming up second by second and everything started sparkling, glittering, shining! I was startled by what I had just experienced. It was a visceral reaction of fear, visual feast, and magic. When all the lights were on fully the entire room felt as you were inside the sun. That memory is the seed of my works, the nugget of my creative endeavors. I believe that seed was dormant for a while but, as in the lights brightening in the museum, I feel the light awaking in me like the sunrise.
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The colors, shapes, shadows and images you may see on these works are reflections of the surroundings, objects or people reflected on the works at the time the pictures were taken.
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