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Marisú Olivera
She was born in Santa Fe. She is a printmaker, and a Printmaking Senior Professor.
She graduated in Visual Arts. She received a scholarship from the Province of Santa Fe, with Matilde Marín, in non-toxic techniques. She learned a variety of procedures within the Graphic with artists such as Graciela Buratti, Pablo Delfini and Natalia Giacchetta. She was part of the group Instantes Gráficos, coordinated by Carla Rey.
She has participated in numerous national and international exhibitions, obtaining different recognitions, among which stand out: International Miniprint of Cadaqués, Spain; 7th, 13th and 19th Caliú International Awards Competition (Catalonia, Spain); 11th Annual Lessedra World Art Print 2012.Sofia, Bulgaria; Internationale d'art miniature 2012. Galerie du Rift. Quebec, Canada. 'Coup de Coeur Andin' Award. Invited to the Retrospective Exhibition in the 2021 edition; Awarded at: 80th and 83rd AAPS Annual Salon of Visual Arts. Santa Fe; at the 64th and 67th Annual National Salon of Art of Ceres. Awarded at the XXIII Salón Primavera (Sta. Fe); Lecturer in the 3rd Enc. School of B. A. Martín Malharro. Mar del Plata (Bs. As.)
She currently works as a Teacher of Drawing and Printmaking, at the Provincial School of Visual Arts 'Professor Juan Mantovani' (Santa Fe) in the careers of Teaching Staff and Visual Arts.
Memories of the Wind (Traces - 02/2023)
The work Memories of the Wind, in its variants, is a self-referential path towards what connects us with those who preceded us, our ancestors, and their presence in the immensity of the landscape, with its sounds and silences. It is an attempt to exorcise the sadness of the losses, and the 'pending matters', in the territories that relate us to the people who have left, the experiences and the moments that refer us to them, as a way of recovering that absence.
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Memories of the Wind
The silence is… overwhelming, and at the same time, calming.
The landscape is infinite, and one feels small, fragile.
Anger dominates, but sadness wins.
Uneasiness.
Disappointment
Feeling of loss, and that nothing can be done to recover what was lost, what was not done at the time, and that now it is too late... (or not).
I feel helpless, that something has been taken from me that I don't know if I will recover.
It seems on track, but an obstacle appears to be solved. And another... And another...
I think… what for?
Meanwhile, the sound of the wind, the running of the river after the flood, and the blue mountains, far away, make me realize that I shouldn't worry.
and that I should let things flow
like the wind…
like the river...
like everything…
and I calm down: this is just beginning
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