Florencia Dal Lago

Florencia Dal Lago

Florencia DAL LAGO, was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Notary and Artist.

She attended various courses, workshops and seminars on drawing, painting, graphic techniques, cyanotype, and printing with natural inks. She did a workshop with Sergio Bazán and Matilde Marín.

Since 2020 she has been attending the Centro de Edición in Buenos Aires doing a workshop with Natalia Giachetta.

In 2021 she won a Prize at Usina del Arte, in the City of Buenos Aires, Argentina.

In 2024 she was selected for the National Textile Salon at the Buenos Aires Stock Exchange; and for the I Entrecruce Textile Engraving Salon at the Argentine Textile Art Center.-

Notable exhibitions in Argentina and abroad: Mapa Fair, Bs. As.; IV Contemporary Argentine Lithography, Bs. As.; ArteBA 2022; Annual Contemporary Graphics of Ushuaia, Argentina, 2022/2023; International Contemporary Art Fair, La Morra, Italy; Watergate Gallery, Washington DC; Fernando Velarde Cultural Center, Cantabria, Spain; The Box Gallery, Miami, among others.

Look with the hands  (Ancestors 2024 - 03/2024)


Without warning me, or asking my permission, you knocked on the door, I opened it, you messed up my hair… freedom, making decisions one after another… why? Doubts, my head flies aimlessly… I don't recognize myself, I lose control, I'm scared, but I want to continue, I don't know why, I'm not satisfied with just breathing.

I don't want to think, just allow myself to feel and be happy… And sadness appears and envelops me, going back to the past, growing, missing you, difficult moments.

Life surprises you, moves you and makes you grow… accept, let go…

And I lose control again, I lose myself, I try to understand it, find answers… I get stronger… enough! I'm very strong now… don't test me again… doubts, I have no direction, and I'm scared, I cry.

What if I want to lose control and I don't dare?

I'm tired of holding on, always doing the right thing, everything perfect.

I want to feel free, be free… Fly… have wings like a bird, dance in the rain, and come back…

Here I am, my head controls me… what do I do? Should I let go of control and let myself go? What will happen? Uncertainty… I look for signs, even though I know the answer is inside me, daring, desires, breaking the mold.

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Look with the hands


If you could only look into my eyes

you would see what I feel,

my absences, my needs,

my desire for freedom, my wishes...

With just one look...

You can hear the murmurs

of my heart.

You didn't know how to see me.

You didn't want to see me

You couldn't see me

You forgot to see me

 

But with your hands

you could feel me

and you lost me...

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