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Back in July of 2022, the Webb telescope started sending pictures back to earth, corroborating the fact that we, humanity, are becoming dramatically smaller and smaller. Smaller in a proven, kind of measurable way and on a monstrously incomprehensible scale. Smaller in our own perception.
Yet, we are also aware of this particular fact, our own scale in the “grand“ scheme of things. We can actually perceive the monumental grandiosity and the pitiful insignificance. What a beautiful contradiction.
But I digress. This is about me. Who am I?
I am the son of Zelma and Miguel Ángel. Partner to one, guardian-caretaker to two, sibling to three others, cousin of quite a few, and at this point senior to many. This is a peculiar way of trying to define myself, in reference to others. But is there any other way to know, or realize, or understand who I am other than pointing at myself?
And should I point at the brain or at the heart?
So I make art, and this is important for me to mention, besides the fact that you may be reading (if you’re still reading) this from my studio website.
Why do I make art?
In the most essential way, I make art for myself. Doing my work is such an important part of my life. As important as nourishment is for a living being.
It’s been some time that I was horrified to discover that I need to do this to live. And the horrifying part is that it’s a very precarious way of sustaining myself. It’s statistically suicidal.
But to lighter matters.
After discovering all these horrifying things, I also realized how opulently lucky I am to be in this situation.
And because I aspire to be a human of commendable character, I feel it is my obligation to, in return, produce the best work I can.
At the moment, the work I am producing in the studio is not figurative. It’s not “representing“ anything describable. To express it in the most economical way, my work is the manifestation of a particular feeling in a particular moment in time. And it’s not that I think that whatever I feel is worth manifesting or showing to others, but I have a suspicion that others feel similar things and could possibly relate. And it’s in the relating that I think our humanity lies. I think that is important.
So, there it is. It can be structured, blurry, orderly, blue, undulating or gold.
It’s my work, it’s me.
MO, 2023