DESTIERRE

A rock is transformed into a brush.
It’s impressive, but cement still retains its nature as a product made of minerals, which makes it react with natural tinctures and pigments in stunning ways. But symbolically, painting with cement, spices, and plants is such a strange dialogue between destruction, essence, potency, crumbling, society, earth and life.

Once a red paint came out of the mix between turmeric and cement, I understood. Nature and cement are still in dialogue; both are still alive. A dialogue of blood that stains, oxidizes, and reflects a complex relationship which is not white or black.

Painting with minerals. Painting with the ground. Painting with nature in the process of releasing its reflection. Painting with what was once mineral. Painting with whatever we manage to make of mountains and fields. Painting with our ambitions and needs. Painting with what goes through the body. Painting with what my feet step on and my mouth eats. Turmeric and cement. A post-selvatic dialogue in the Sanctuary Gallery in Cancun.

A rock is transformed into a brush.
It’s impressive, but cement still retains its nature as a product made of minerals, which makes it react with natural tinctures and pigments in stunning ways. But symbolically, painting with cement, spices, and plants is such a strange dialogue between destruction, essence, potency, crumbling, society, earth and life.

Once a red paint came out of the mix between turmeric and cement, I understood. Nature and cement are still in dialogue; both are still alive. A dialogue of blood that stains, oxidizes, and reflects a complex relationship which is not white or black.

Painting with minerals. Painting with the ground. Painting with nature in the process of releasing its reflection. Painting with what was once mineral. Painting with whatever we manage to make of mountains and fields. Painting with our ambitions and needs. Painting with what goes through the body. Painting with what my feet step on and my mouth eats. Turmeric and cement. A post-selvatic dialogue in the Sanctuary Gallery in Cancun.

A rock is transformed into a brush.
It’s impressive, but cement still retains its nature as a product made of minerals, which makes it react with natural tinctures and pigments in stunning ways. But symbolically, painting with cement, spices, and plants is such a strange dialogue between destruction, essence, potency, crumbling, society, earth and life.

Once a red paint came out of the mix between turmeric and cement, I understood. Nature and cement are still in dialogue; both are still alive. A dialogue of blood that stains, oxidizes, and reflects a complex relationship which is not white or black.

Painting with minerals. Painting with the ground. Painting with nature in the process of releasing its reflection. Painting with what was once mineral. Painting with whatever we manage to make of mountains and fields. Painting with our ambitions and needs. Painting with what goes through the body. Painting with what my feet step on and my mouth eats. Turmeric and cement. A post-selvatic dialogue in the Sanctuary Gallery in Cancun.

A rock is transformed into a brush.
It’s impressive, but cement still retains its nature as a product made of minerals, which makes it react with natural tinctures and pigments in stunning ways. But symbolically, painting with cement, spices, and plants is such a strange dialogue between destruction, essence, potency, crumbling, society, earth and life.

Once a red paint came out of the mix between turmeric and cement, I understood. Nature and cement are still in dialogue; both are still alive. A dialogue of blood that stains, oxidizes, and reflects a complex relationship which is not white or black.

Painting with minerals. Painting with the ground. Painting with nature in the process of releasing its reflection. Painting with what was once mineral. Painting with whatever we manage to make of mountains and fields. Painting with our ambitions and needs. Painting with what goes through the body. Painting with what my feet step on and my mouth eats. Turmeric and cement. A post-selvatic dialogue in the Sanctuary Gallery in Cancun.