Argentina, 1968 artist, teacher and cultural manager, trained in performing and visual arts.
She develops a work as a teacher and cultural manager.
She is part of different artistic groups. In 2019, she co-founded 'Espacio de Arte Zona', a collective of artists based in her house-studio in San Isidro, Argentina, with which she participates in contemporary art fairs and events. As of 2018, she gave rise to the curatorial accompaniment of exhibitions where she works deeply with the artist in the development of the project and writes work texts, another of her interests.
She participated in group and solo exhibitions. She receives various awards and distinctions. She has been selected in numerous national salons.
Her work is part of the collection of different institutions: René Brusseau Fine Arts Museum, Chaco, Argentina; House of Culture, La Paz, Entre Ríos, Argentina; Sancor Seguros, Santa Fe, Argentina; Vicentin Collection, Santa Fe, Argentina; as well as numerous Argentine private collections.
It stays below Life (Traces - 03/2023)
I present a video recorded with my cell phone where I appear reciting a text in a poetic format that I authored with a neutral shot. The image takes place on a clear white background. I replicated the sound track of my voice reciting in the background as a reverberation, realizing the rebound that the song has on me. The project deals with how I am experiencing close and recent deaths on a daily basis, I tell my physical sensations from a parallelism that I am observing in the cycles of the plants in the garden that is at the back of my home. Among the themes that appear in the work I can name: Loneliness and the permanence of emotional pain, human and plant death and finally the fear of bodily scrapping in death itself.
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It stays below Life
I feed this plant whose name I don't remember. Does it get enough water?
Burden. No water. Not air. Drowning.
Water falls from the hose. I would like more water pressure. I would like to be sure that the water reaches it.
I feed each plant. I don't feed everyone equally.
I am aware of this vegetation, it is not mine, I live in it
It will transcend me, it dies or sometimes it is resurrected or it was latent.
The water does not penetrate strongly. I want it to penetrate hard. Spend water-pay to feed life
Friday 17th
Plants need soil to be alive and my dead need soil to be dead.
I would like to know how they are
the path of ants
the color of the dead
The earth jumps at my feet when I wet it, I don't know if it's the drops that come down or the ants that go up my leg.
There are a lot of overlaps. Grass below. grass above
Soil, little things, petals from another side
It is soft to sit on, but it makes my clothes wet or dirty
I have to talk about death, which, unlike this garden or piece of land where I live, is mine.
I can't take them off
I have them stuck
they are inside me
death has another color
low
stays down from life
it tangles, but in the end it falls
I saw it.
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