"La Mancha" Painting

What is seen . What is not. What you can see through. We people show a part of ourselves and other is hidden. Eyes look, ears hear but “What can we see? What can we hear?” Everything ? Just a part? From far away it seems that we can see everything. But as we come closer layers appear. Details begin to show. And what if we come much more closer? Imperfection shows? What is behind? The folds? Wrinkles? What is it that is hidden? Or is it banned for the public? I’m interested in questioning about people’s different dimensions. Sometimes you get close to somebody and you can see better. Sometimes getting closer deforms the image, distorts it and you loose the wonder, the beauty, the marvellous. You can only see the blind spot? What is missing? What do we show to others? And to whom? Why can we show everything to everybody? Is it shyness? Is it fear? As we come closer we can see more or we can see less? And how this fit into the previous image? Is it improved? It deforms the image? Is deeper what we can see when we are closer or is it not? What we allow and why? And if we hide something? To whom do we hide it? And why? What provoques to be in the gaze of somebody? And what if what other people see about ourselves is not what we show? And what if what other people can see about us is better than we thougth? And what if our own eyes are the ones that can’t see through ourselves? What is not. My work refers to this idea. I work in layers: acrylic, watercolor. Water. At first I begin stayning sheets to clean, to organize, to find a path, to free the hand and stop thinking. From that point emotion appears, shows up. I mix acrylic colors in my hands. In the side of the palm, in the palm, I drugged it on the paper. I rub up the hands and form new colors, new textures. I put a finger on the paper with paint. Paper usually changes colors: white, cream, yellowish, wooden. I work at the same time with 3 or 4 sheets of paper, different sizes. I put another layer with black pencil, sometimes color pencils. Sometimes the pencil walks through the page trazing a line, sometimes passes through the acrylic making a groove. And another layer more with charcoal. Sometimes acrylic paint comes again. I watered some parts of the page. Then it all sums up. Dries. Engraves. And I go to the sewing machine. Free hand machine embroidery completes the whole path and everything makes sense. It’s an imposition dance from the guts. Period.

Painting:Acrylic on Paper

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:19.7 W x 27.6 H x 0.1 D in

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