Eliana Ambrosio

Eliana Ambrosio is a Brazilian artist and professor of printmaking in the Visual Arts course at the Federal University of Minas Gerais (UFMG), which she coordinated from 2012 to 2016.

She develops works with woodcuts and metal engraving, also using other media such as photography, video and drawing to carry out research in an expanded field, joining the tradition of engraving with digital media, installations and artist’s books.

The notion and discussions about environmental preservation are strongly present in her work, through sensitive connections of her inner world with nature by reflections on the traces of human presence and the marks of its existence in the landscape. The force of life, the creation of imaginary beings, traces, memory and imagination are some concerns that constantly touch the artist's poetics, who has already participated in several exhibitions including: “Arquitetura da Paisagem” (Fórum Lafayette, 2018); MUPAC exhibition (IMPACT 10, 2018); Mostra Latinoamericana de Gravura (2018); Cadaqués Miniprint (2018), “Exposição Horto Florestal, uma inspiração” (2019); “Encavo e Relevo: experiências e experimentações”, (MuNA , 2019); IX Biennal International D’Ex-libris Contratalla (2019), MiniPrint Cantabria (2020), Salão de Arte Contemporânea de Guarulhos (2020).

In 2020, she was awarded first place in the photography competition “Minha casa: um novo olhar”.

Devaneios (Traces - 03/2021)

I was overwhelmed with intense emotion. I started to visualize the water, I wanted to feel it, dissolve in its droplets. I imagined the path of the drops walking on the surfaces… I saw drops running down my body. During the bath, I felt water, I heard the melody of sound produced by each movement of my hands, the sweet taste of the tenderness, the caresses of its paths drawn on my skin. I saw the haze of moisture take over the glass and drew it with the droplets that I splashed with my gestures. I observed every image, I registered it into my heart…

Outside the rain falls... the sound awakens images... the images of the drops over my body, the fogging of the glass and the droplets running down the windows... I need to film it... capture its sound... compose with its droplets... video and photo...

Sad news from the pandemic... tears are streaming down my face... fear takes over my heart... the taste is no longer sweet... it bitters me... there is no sound of the melody, it flows in silence... its salt crystallizes and paralyzes...

I think about the unfolding of events, the different facets of our feelings and the multiplicity of nature...

From a window I visit the images that unfold... from the runoff of the rain, I see the beings being formed... from there, I move on to the images of the blurs that take shape... in every transformation appears a garden, they walk back to the forest, to the shape of the wood and they sprout from the top of a tree trunk... nature reveals itself in the depths of these images that are formed from drops, glass and metal and reach the organic of wood. Organic or inorganic, everything is nature...

Devaneios (Text in the original language)

Fui tomada por uma emoção intensa. Passei a visualizar a água, queria senti-la, me dissolver em suas gotículas. Imaginava o caminho das gotas caminhando pelas superfícies... vi gotas escorrendo pelo meu corpo. Durante o banho, senti água, escutei a melodia de som que caia a cada movimento de minhas mãos, o gosto doce da ternura, dos carinhos de seus caminhos desenhados em minha pele. Vi o embaçamento da umidade tomar o vidro e desenhei com as gotículas que salpicava com meus gestos. Observei cada imagem, registei em meu íntimo...

Lá fora a chuva cai... o som desperta imagens... as imagens das gotas pelo meu corpo, do embaçamento do vidro e das gotículas escorrendo pelas janelas... necessito filmar... captar seu som... compor com suas gotículas... vídeo e foto....

Tristes notícias da pandemia... lágrimas escorrem pelo rosto... o medo toma o meu íntimo... o gosto não é mais doce... amarga o meu ser... não há o som da melodia, escorre em silêncio... seu sal cristaliza e paralisa...

Penso no desdobrar dos acontecimentos, nas diversas facetas de nossos sentimentos e na multiplicidade da natureza...

De uma janela visito as imagens que se desdobram... dos escorridos da chuva, vejo os seres se formando... dali, passo às imagens dos embaçamentos que ganham corpo... a cada transformação aparece um jardim, caminham de volta ao bosque, a forma da madeira e brotam do topo de um tronco de árvore... a natureza se revela no íntimo dessas imagens que se formam de gotas, do vidro e do metal e chegam ao orgânico da madeira. Orgânico ou inorgânico, tudo é natureza...