SPRAY PAINT, PAINT AND COLLAGE ON SCRAP PIECES OF WOOD COMING FROM FURNITURES AND PLYWOOD.
So many lives suspended, so close yet so far apart, all locked in their homes, square spaces, enclosed in rectangular spaces, straight lines of the borders that define who we are, where we go, what is right and what is not, what belongs to me.
Yet all of these borders can not prevent air from getting in and out of our lungs, rain to fall on our heads, and we all drink the same water and breath the same air several times, and in our hearts we all seek a sincere and direct communication we can't always find, but which is part of our common humanity and goes beyond all the human structures, of behaviour, social or economic.
A series of panels made with scraps of plywood or furniture parts,close to eachother they create a large picture but each can exist alone.
They can lean against the wall like paintings, but their essence is to remain suspended and divided and yet all connected and joined together by the image they carry, such as hanging clothes or the inhabitants of a large building.
Rigid and vertical lines created by protecting the wood surface from the colour, as opposed to dripping, free and horizontal that merges them all with each other.
The butterfly, a silent call to process and search the beauty of nature and people, moves between the panels, and describes, sliding along golden lines, the story of chance encounters that combines everything and everyone in an interdependent system and unites all beyond the fears and apparent differences.