Fire your toy, or freeze it in the refrigerator, or sink it in the mud.
The creative leisure of childhood. The inner voices.
The astonishment. The questions. Focus.
I was born in Santiago de Chile in 1978. I come from a family of artists. I grew up in a house with many books, paintings and music. Drawing was always of my dearest places. The biography books of artists were flying my head.
In the 90s when I was a teenager, you could breathe a kind of general lack of concern, a distention that floated on the streets for a long time after the triumph of NO. Those years were very instructive, and a lot of dispersion, before the Internet landed in our lives.
After studying Visual Arts and working mainly in painting and drawing, I started to get interested in the language of objects and how to use them to build my images. It began to be recurrent for me the impression that, in the avalanche of consumer objects created by the humankind, live many of the keys around our identity as a species. There appear not only our technological innovations and the evolution of forms and tastes, but there is also a reflection of many of our real and fictitious needs, the power and fear, the pursuit of happiness, desire and death. You just had to adjust your eyes and you would begin to find things. Then with that material you could build a kind of commentary on reality, a vision or an image that was impregnated with certain ideas.
Over time, these forms of play became an instrument of practice and reflection, mainly around concepts that attract my interest such as mental fragility, adversity, the definition of freedom, shared horizons, the use of knowledge, and other corners of the psyche.