My Cartography   The Way (02/2024) 

I

Drawing maps

I outline the details

of coasts, rivers

and sea edges

I try to understand

these territories

And be like a guide

for other sailors

I ask as I go

about distances, paths

and I feel free

like a pilgrim.

II

Creating harmonies

of times and spaces

making friends

of experiences

and memories

of everyday life

Fears and hopes

blur borders

and give meaning

to inhabiting the earth

I inhabit this land

now, in a different way.

New relationships

new friendships

III

 Speeches, concepts

Materialities.

Landscapes, environments

that blur

The wind takes them

swirls them,

creating tensions

inside and out.

Maps and drawings

of what is linked

I reflect in my own way

the meanings

IV

 I build artifacts

I destroy absolutes

looking for the absence

of hierarchies.

Using emotions

and living matter

I find values,

symbols,

mysteries.

I imagine worlds,

I slowly build

My cartography.

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Symphony of the Forest   (The Way - 02/2024)

Sound poem

It presents the voice of a conifer from a maritime forest located in Uruguay recorded by an electronic device called a biosonifier.

This records the electrochemical changes that occur within the tree and is subsequently given a voice through a system that transforms electrical waves into sound.

Considering the separation that our Western culture has generated from nature, this poem is an invitation to reunite with all the elements that constitute us, to form part of a unit and thus, feel the song as our own,

Vibrating in its throat, which is our throat

Our own flesh as a symbiotic landscape.

I

The song of the tree

The song of the forest

Its voice

Listen to the voice of the tree

Listen to the forest

Its voice

Listen to the voice of the forest

Listen to the branches

The flowers, the fruits

Its voice

Listen to the voice of the tree

Seeds, roots

Its voice

Listen to the voice of the forest

Bark, thorns

Its voice

Listen to the voice of the tree

The earth that beats, breathes

Its voice

Listen to the voice of the forest

The air, the rain

Its voice

Listen to the voice of the tree

The sun and the winds

Its voice

Listen to the voice of the forest

Ants and birds

Its voice

Listen to the voice of the tree

The lichen

Its voice

Listen to the voice of the tree

The sap in its veins, the blood

Your voice

II

 Lichen caress

on the torn skin

it runs through subtle

paths of the past

Sleeping clocks

of deep times

that pierce and reach

to the entrails

Winds that tear

the warm border

Intestinal struggles

of anchors to the ground

Dunes and swamps

immense plains

sand battles

of suns and moons

Armies of wind

mute adversaries

that blow and kill

undress paths

Drain the wounds

blood of crystals

that shelter dreams

Of Sir Charles Darwin

Breathes of tears

of factory smoke

That become clear

breaths of joy

Silent steps

of giant statues

along empty paths

of invisible world

Choral symphony

Of one and of all

The bodies without eyes

of blind images

of suns and moons

that no longer dazzle

Are sacred voices

sounds and rhythms

Sorcerer harmony

rhizomes and fungi

dormant fossils

roots and sand.

The Path (NAT Art Residence - 06/2023)

Like an archeology of my own subjectivity, this project delves into the depths of my emotions using the sensory perception of matter as the main tool to discover in aesthetic and poetic terms my own ontology of life.

The installation “Healing the wounds” was made in the garden of the residence, a valley between gentle hills, surrounded by the magical presence of its human and non-human inhabitants.

It deals with the relationship between a neighboring walnut tree and a plum tree that connect metaphorically through cotton threads and establish an intimate relationship. The plum tree is sick, and the oak tree is overflowing with vitality and energy.

Like a kind of healing thread, the ropes that unite them lavish emotions; represented by various objects found along the way and that, as a sacred ritual, honor the ancestral memory of the Earth.

The way

(Poem in the video)

I traveled paths.

without any destination.

I picked up emotions.

Memories, moments,

that became flesh

in these objects.

I discovered in their forms

so many fantasies.

I wanted to treasure them

 in living memory.

Tie them very tightly,

fear of oblivion.

Evoke memories,

pain, joys.

Lived stories.

floating in the air

They become words

that inhabit my body.

jumping in puddles

in my pranks.

listening to stories

told without haste.

Taking a nap

golden in summer.

Playing in the yard or

chatting calmly.

Dancing, laughing and

always singing...

Looking into the distance

I felt you with me.

I honor your memory,

in sacred ritual

healing this wound.

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El Alma del Mundo (The Soul of the World) (Traces - 03/2021)

The Universe has a soul, feels, thinks and exists in every tiny particle.

I register that richness in the sound of the wind, and the murmur of the sea, sheltered from the sun and in the intimate moonless nights, feeling honor, reverence and love.

That inexplicable magic, absolute symphony, is what I transmit and represent with these images. With an alphabet of lines, colors, shapes and fantasy, I translate the words I hear in this Universe ...

And with his best smile,

he was revealed in my dreams,

and he showed me the Universe

in a different way.

I did not see it with the eyes,

but with the whole soul.

It is the ETERNAL RETURN,

He told me with complicity.

And I understood that there was

neither  duality nor sadness,

Only POETRY