During. Collage of Printing and Photographic Transfers on Fabric 300 x 200 cm. 2024
If we observe the lines on our hands, there are no vertical ones.
I have constructed a hand traversed from the index finger to the wrist by a large seam, from which portraits transferred onto fabric emerge—images of my face and that of my family over decades.
A constellation of lines on a white wall, some letters, each seemingly initials.
Several people have measured themselves against the wall, marked the line of their height at that moment, and placed their initials; as if they were countries on a map, they have marked their borders.
Since I was in a classroom, I thought these marks might belong to students who are used to measuring themselves on the walls of their homes. People who inscribed their hopes or their desire to transcend their boundaries, a certain nostalgia for a lost centre.
Our intimate self includes the childhood of the past.
The palm of the hand is an involuntary summary of our history—how we grasp things, how we hold on to avoid falling. That hand is built along with us, reaching for the other hands around us.
Like any collage, it visually creates bonds that connect the images, while at the same time maintaining the cracks that separate them. The seams seek to link differences, creating a tension—a union-separation similar to what happens in the skin when a wound forms.
The difference in scale between the images enables a mental rather than spatial relationship among them, allowing them to serve as an index of events in search of temporal order.
We shed our skin during the winter 27 x 35 cm
Transfers on fabric and photographic prints on paper January-April 2025
This is part of a series of collages with images created during the "During" process and which mark the beginning of a new body of work, "Family Ties." It represents a shift from constructing visual relationships with a primarily intellectual interaction of images to a more spatial construction, like different actors on a stage.
The protagonist is the home and the situations we experience within it: from the most banal, the seasonal change of clothes in the closet, to the most profound, evoked by the faded image behind it and the faces transferred onto the fabrics, which are metaphors for inner change over time.
