Sandra Astuena

Sandra Astuena

I was born and live in Argentina

Although art is part of my life and an instrument to research my identity and memories, I studied and practiced Law up until 2005.

The transition from Law to Art started as a quest for the skills I knew I lacked.

This led to a first collective exhibit in Centro Cultural Recoleta in 1997. A workshop with Alicia Candiani led me to Centro de Edicion in 2011, under the guidance of Natalia Giacchetta, where I have pursued lithography and contemporary graphics up until the present.

I studied for a Degree in Visual Arts at IUNA, oriented towards printmaking.

I have undergone the following residencies: Ancestors I & II, CircleProArt; Latinamerica “Proyecto Imaginario”; Proyects, ACE, Futuro, Juntos a la Distancia (Future, Together from Afar), and Formato Blanco (White Format)

Workshops: Miguel D’Arienzo (2018); UMSAL Miguel D’Arienzo (2017); De la Carcova Museum, with Eduardo Stupia (2016).

I participate actively in group and solo exhibitions in Argentina and internationally.

Parientes Lejanas (NAT Art Residence - 10/2023)


When I was a wee child

I would get lost in the night sky

Searching among the heavens for my star

 

One night, I discovered some that were in pairs

And would see them once and again together

A larger star would always appear

In the company of a smaller one

 

I was ignorant of the names of those heavenly bodies

Only then did I realize...

That those stars were mine

Same as those birthmarks I was born with, in pairs

As those I later discovered on my children

 

Those distant relatives that nodded and winked at me

When I watched

And who had been with me since I was born.

Fragrance New Life (Ancestors II - 03/2022)


That rain that brings fecundity,

Returns

A new cycle is baptized with a fragrant new life that brings its welcome.

 

The drought ends

Fragrances are reborn

Promptly followed by vibrant colors

And sounds in harmony

 

For a time, everything remains before bringing forth another time

 

Other perfumes and other colors,

 

That once again precede the next drought,

 

Finite and without boundaries,

 

But necessary

 

for the return of that life-giving, original perfume

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