I luckily grew up in a household surrounded by art. A collection of religious pieces from centuries ago. Images of virgins in glory, crucifixions, and hard to understand mysticism taught me the single story that art is a vehicle that represents hard to grasp divine concepts, the pains of life and death and the suffering of humans.
As I became an adult I discovered the ability of modern graphic design to also communicate different ideas. This discovery resulted in me studying advertising and communication arts. Painting is a step back to rehabilitate me in a sort of self-therapy, bringing to life design exercises that distill memories, feelings and beliefs, which all happen through repetition, insistency and consistency in different series.
My work is also a fight against the given rules I learned from having a single-minded catholic education where there was just right or wrong, lack of space between heaven and hell and the measurement of success solely relied on the judgement of the final outcome, so I always push myself to celebrate the halfway mark, the journey and not the final piece.
I luckily grew up in a household surrounded by art.
A collection of religious pieces from centuries ago. Images of virgins in glory, crucifixions, and hard to understand mysticism taught me the single story that art is a vehicle that represents hard to grasp divine concepts, the pains of life and death and the suffering of humans.
As I became an adult I discovered the ability of modern graphic design to also communicate those ideas. Painting is a step back to rehabilitate me in a sort of self-therapy, bringing to life design exercises that distill memories, feelings and beliefs, which all happen through repetition, insistency and consistency in different series.
My work is also a fight against the given rules I learned from having a single-minded catholic education where there was just right or wrong, lack of space between heaven and hell and the measurement of success solely relied on the judgement of the final outcome, so I always push myself to celebrate the halfway mark, the journey and not the final piece.
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I luckily grew up in a household surrounded by art. All of it, a collection of religious pieces from centuries ago. Images of virgins in glory, crucifixions, and hard to understand mysticism told me the single story that art was a vehicle just to represent hard to grasp divine concepts, the pains of life and death and the suffering of humans.
Becoming an adult I was amazed by the ability of graphic design to also communicate a million different ideas and feelings. This discovery ended up me studying advertising and communication arts. After 20+ years in the advertising industry I decided to step back and rehabilitate myself, painting design exercises that distill memories, painful feelings and beliefs. All coming to life through repetition, insistency and consistency in different collection of series. Always celebrating the journey and not the final piece.
My work is also a fight against the given rules I learnt in a single minded environment where there was just right or wrong, lack of space for the million grey tonalities between heaven and hell and the measurement of success just on the judgement of the final outcome.
I grew up in a traditional catholic family in the 80’s. But luckily enough to do it in a household surrounded by art. Most of it, religious pieces from centuries ago. Images of virgins in glory, crucifixions, and hard to understand mysticism convinced me that art was a vehicle to represent hard to grasp divine concepts, like the pains of life and death and the suffering of humans.
Becoming an adult I constantly tried to fight against the given rules I learnt in that strict environment where there was just right or wrong, lack of space for the million grey tonalities between heaven and hell and the measurement of success just on the judgement of the final outcome.
We came here to suffer and fight to deserve heaven, leaving behind a vale of tears. wtf.
My work consequently celebrates the journey and not the final piece, rehabilitating myself, my work is a design exercise that distills memories, painful feelings and beliefs coming to life through repetition, insistency and consistency, with the aim of reminding important lessons to the spectator and celebrating the accident and misinterpretation to help inspire its own evolution.
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1- Growing up within a traditional catholic family in the Basque Country in the 80s wired my brain with connections hard to switch off.
Since I became an adult I tried to rewired and fight against the given rules of what was right and wrong. The lack of space for the million grey tonalities between heaven and hell and the measurement of success just on the judgement of the final outcome. My work consequently celebrates the journey and not the final piece, rehabilitating myself, relearning that in the journey itself, the discovery is a road full of accidents. Celebrating the constant mishap and forcing myself to always move ahead.
Formally, my work is a design exercise that distills memories, feelings and beliefs coming to life through repetition, insistency and consistency, with the aim of reminding important lessons to the spectator letting the accident inspire its own evolution.
Influenced by my adult education and my design, art and conceptual experience in the corporate world, where mistakes are not celebrated, my intention is to share the idea that there is no end piece, but a journey and pebbles that I just leave behind.
The fragility and robustness of trust. In other words, who said a dollar paper bill is worth a dollar? But of course is worth a dollar. These series of color drawing are meant to be hang and seen both ways vertically.
the idea of something is better than what it is.
the corporate office turns into a whorehouse after hours.
Running with a best behind. The feeling of escaping from your own shadow, your past, you cant break with the past. the past is a big part of you.
