Carolina Gutierrez

Carolina Gutierrez

She was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, 1960, where she lives and works.

She uses digital and analogic black and white photography, which develops and copy herself.

She works with photo gravure Intaglio type, using a non toxic technique, taking care of the environment.

Since 2013 she works with experimental photography processes, Cyanotype and Van Dyke.

She shows her art projects in different places, museums, art galleries, art fair exhibitions, in her own country and abroad. 

Haciendo Camino (Making Way) (Traces - 03/2021)


I wake up happy. Today I walk. Repeated and infinite journey at the same time.

Step by step, one step after the other, step at a steady pace.

 The freshness of the morning, the breeze of autumn, the caress of the sun, the perfume of spring.

I walk and walk, sensations and feelings are leaving their mark on the journey.

Known places tell me something different every day.

I don't walk alone, I go with a friend.

Pleasant walk, composed of words and silences.

From shared and commented readings along the way.

We are unwinding life.

The walk opened the door to confinement and nature floods my senses.

Step by step, journey upon journey, leaving a mark on the road.

The walk is made by the walker by walking his own path.

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HAIKU'S WALK

(Texts written on the work)


Este camino

Lo recorremos juntas

Dejando huella.


La caminata

Motor de la vida

Cuerpo y alma.


Ritual de vida

Palabras y silencios

Paso a paso.


Tiembla el rocío

Bajo nuestras pisadas

Queda la huella.


Hecho de aire

Brota el sentimiento

En el camino.


Los caminantes

Entre pinos y rocas

Marcan el surco.


Sensible estoy

Pisando la escarcha

El viento sopla.


Durazno en flor

Brisa de primavera

Sobre mi rostro.


Ven conmigo

Huella en el camino

Sendero al sur.


Esconde el sol

Descansa entre las nubes

Mi piel cansada.


No lo olvides

Mirando las flores

Descansan los ojos.


Lago dormido

La bruma se levanta

Saluda el sol.


Abre la puerta

Caminante, camina

descubre el hoy.


Frutas y flores

Buceo en mis recuerdos

Adiós invierno.


Entre la lluvia

El sendero se fuga

Se desvanece.


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