2019Beyond the Rubble
Facing the general question of who am I or who are we and what are we doing in this world, arises the inevitable need of being portrayed as a painter in the paintings. To be a woman in the creative world, to be an author, philosopher, actress, or, in my case, a painter, supposes interpreting the world in another manner, having had less references and greater difficulties. Beyond the Rubble Seeing oneself as borderline generates different questions, contents and a different manner of telling. Painting can be the expression of a creative action; a pulse of existence, using experiences, observed or suffered, extracted from the flow of time that makes inventing an exit beyond the rubble possible. This set of self portraits, within the project Beings Out of Range, resumes the figure of the Elephant Woman and uses the pillow, among other metaphors, for that which burdens us, of which we must let go to be able to see and recognise ourselves and advance: beyond the rubble all is yet to be done. The painter represents painting itself; the one that sees and is seen at the same time, appearing before a white canvas amidst darkness, clothed in a red work overall. The painter evolves along the series of scenes transforming from the skin, surface, of the painting into that of her true protagonists, another set of ‘conscious pariahs’ that embody the same question.
2019Beyond the Rubble
Croma could be seen as something tangible with no further definition tan a possible ‘artist’s book’, or more specifically, a visual essay on human colour perception from a pictorial outlook. The painting Croma is the origin of the idea and it is reproduced in the first place on an independent piece that opens up, like the pages of a book. It also transits between the succession of visual experiences, actions and processes of experimentations gathered in another volume. A series of notes as a field notebook are gathered at the end. The idea is completed with a simple sensorial experience through two external elements: a red filter inserted between the pages extracts the experience, and a thin cotton veil protects it.























