Susana de la Cal

Susana de la Cal

I was born in Madrid in 1963. I have always loved Art combining, even as a child, with painting classes at the Nieves Solana studio and at the Círculo de Bellas Artes in Madrid.

Diploma in Higher Technician in Interior Design, Official title.

Decoration in Interior Design and Diploma in Advertising Graphic Design.

I consider myself a multidisciplinary artist, having touched sculpture, engraving, installations and landart.

In my work there is a continuum referring to nature, its capricious forms and its continuous transformation that inspire me to create a fantasy, an imagined nature.

Every time I get closer to "my invented botany", to a vegetal metamorphosis.

The creation process in which I enter, like a ritual, like a life therapy, is produced through the filter of my gaze, the stroke of the brush, the gesture of my hand, expanding or reducing that vision through my imagination.

That magical realism that I invent, mixing techniques and vegetal materials, paper, fabrics, glues, nature. Sometimes the idea is born during the creative process.

Introspection of the hollow (NAT Art Residency - 06/2022)


Delving into the hole, this may be a void.

It is true that there are hollow people, hollow hearts, hollow lives.

But that empty hole doesn't interest me. I look for a hole full of light, of hope, of illusion.

The hole is a space without matter, it is absence, it is nothing.

But it is a comfortable space for me, where nothing and no one oppresses me, squeezes me, crushes me.

As I inhale, I fill my lungs with that clean air.

I retain all that good energy with a full lung, so that it reaches each of the organs of my body.

When exhaling, I empty my cavities, creating that hole, that being without air, this is not uncomfortable for me.

It is a hole full of contained life, just like in the womb of that woman that opens a hole for that new being engendered to grow.

The hole is a nest.

grateful hole,

Hollow full of light

Hollow not in vain.

Hollow to listen to myself in the totality of the absence of others,

Where everything is left over, where nothing is missing.

Where I manage to forget even my own being.

Inside the hole.

Out of the hole.

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