Heart Containers
Almost all ancient cultures buried the heart in a ceramic vessel, separated from the body. It was thought that the heart contained the soul of the dead and needed a separate container.
In contemporaneity, I ask myself: Where would we guard our hearts? And what do we guard in them?
Hearts have different sizes, different rhythms, different compartments. It’s a container for love, for sadness, for forgiveness, for anger. You can put many things inside, things that only you know, things that only you feel.
But... What contains the heart? Or, what does the heart contain?
Naos
A personal space for a personal search. Created to enter in interior contemplation, of connection with creation. A piece of heaven on earth, a possible terrestrial image of the heavenly abode. With its labyrinthine and dense structure, it constitutes an orderly microcosm; with the egg, the ovule, the cocoon, as a symbol of the earthly life contained inside us.
Nests
Each one weaves its nest with the threads of its history.
Threads with which we weave in a transparent way allowing us to see through what we have done, what we have wanted and said.
A material record with a personal form with uncertain but sustaining armor.
A continuous, endless suspense, which makes us think of false eternities.
Networks of diffuse and condescending beings, of present and false beings, that disappear, that release when you tighten and tighten when you loosen.
There are threads as strong as eternal nests.
There are transparent threads that bind us from afar, that hold us groping and break us to stones. There are threads that become chains and cavernous nests.
But there are threads of light and certainty There are threads that give peace because they tie knots of strength.
There are threads stronger than bliss AND stronger than absence.
Without these threads, my God, who could make his nest?
Our Footprints
Who do we follow? Who follows us?
Your footprints will stay, it's your energy what will lead and your body that will leave.
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Tomb
Passing to the other side / bones for the body work like stones for the world / they are the hard part, the shape, the support.
They are formed by the same minerals / and they end up becoming the same dust.
We come from the dust and to the dust we go.
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Silence
The heavy weight of silence
the presence or absence of silence, same tragedy, same consequence.
Path
"If we only knew / how simple it is / to live our lives so peacefully.
This stony path/ would be as smooth / as running water / through our feet."
Muñecas / Dolls
8 cultures, 8 races, 8 stories, 8 women, 8 dolls made in paper clay and Raku. They all speak of women's fragility and strength. Assembled by their joints as antique dolls, all naked, showing how we are all equals. Bodies that we cover with costumes to give us identity and belonging; costumes that make us forget who we are and why we exist. Their only symbols of belonging are in their hair and feet. Each one has a poem describing her life, with features and experiences that inevitably both differentiate and unite them.
Battle Horses
For the battle we get armed, equipped, prepared.
In the old days we used armours formed by pieces of resistant materials to protect our selves. Nowadays, we get armed with courage, prudence, patience, truth and lies, knowledge, ignorance, sanity or madness, we arm ourselves with those small pieces of strong materials to protect our souls.
Marionnettes
Pieces created for a performance at the Institut International de la Marionnette, Charleville-Mézières, France. Based on "Muñecas" series.
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Red Tide
Blow, Flow, Grow. Only sinking into our life-changing signs will we be able to start again from the beginning. Installation / video.
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Embouteillage
The passage of time does not forgive; everything changes, transforms, wears out and evolves. Installation / video. Raw clay, red wine, copper.
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e-motions
Based on Masura Emoto’s theory on the influence of emotions over water. We are 70% water, the world is 70% water. Installation / video.
Our Hanging Life
Our hanging life, strains attached, and the flowing energy between our travel, our feelings, our dreams...
A.gua
Hanging vessels representing our travels through life, and the ceramic Figureheads in front, as in ancient vessels, as the masks we put on to defend our souls from the monsters of life.
A.las
Our animal instincts represented in felines and birds. Survival, adaptation and reproduction, liberated and transformed, adapted and controlled by our very souls, as transparent wings.
A.pelo
The importance of the hair in our lives, how they mark its stages, how we use them and change them when our self-desires.
Hair or no hair, at least one we all have, they grow without knowledge, they fall where required. Monks remove their hair to remove their EGO, we use them or condemn them, but at last they grow without pardon, without control, from their matrix, from their roots…
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