Paulina Webb

She was born in Buenos Aires in 1960. She has a degree in Visual Arts from the National University of the Arts.

She is a research professor at UNA. She graduated from National Schools of Fine Arts Prilidiano Pueyrredón and Ernesto de la Cárcova.

Her work materializes in sculptures, installations, site-specific and two-dimensional projects.

Since 1987, she has participated in-group shows in various spaces in the country and abroad.

She obtained outstanding awards such as the Grand Prize of Honor at the 103rd National Sculpture Hall and the First Sculpture Prize at the Manuel Belgrano Hall, among others.

She has exhibited in solo shows. Between 1998 and 2017, she participated in international exhibitions in The Netherlands, Italy, Cuba, Canada and United States. Between 2009 and 2016, she participated in International Sculpture Symposiums in Argentina, Canada, Italy and United States.

Between 2017 and 2020, she carried out residencies in Quebec, Canada and Uruguay.

She lives and works in Buenos Aires.

The rigid can always fade (Traces - 04/2021)

I recognize myself as an archaeologist of my own prehistory with discoveries that testify to my present history.

Innate traces, those that only the mobility of my body leaves, over time, signs of my existence. My names are too, evoking the past in crossover images. Family presences are tied to those names.

Oral testimonies transmit values, like translucent tattoos that dynamically change. They are presented as traces of many lived existences, a place of memories.

Traditions and memory of the most distant past are part of the construction as Being.

My body is no stranger to the passage of time, innovating the traces of the past.

I am present and past. My rituals give it away with sounds, smells in the kitchen and garden perfumes as a refuge for memory. Presences of Life evoking games, laughter and shared hugs, generating signs of my own existence.

Body and emotions act as a sort of archive where memories are treasured. Invocations that do not have a fixed reading point. They flow, mutate, transform and are revealed losing their rigidity.

As a collector, I choose traces to make them reborn, as when I was a child and I collected small stones that moved me to the smallest detail, prioritizing the insignificant and every day.

Will I leave signs of my existence? I think so. They will be neither more nor less, the air that we breathe together, impressions of my own existence like colored trails playing with the breeze. Which lines will sometimes be drawn discontinuous, others will go in parallel, joining at some point as in Life.

Vestiges that are confused with marks in nature, mimicking themselves. Games of shapes are repeated simultaneously, they vibrate together, becoming a whole.

There is no space in which we have not left traces, but its existence will always be a mystery. It turns us into Presences so similar and at the same time totally different.

Traces of a time without time, of a place without a place.

Revealing, once again, that the rigid can always fade.