Architecture
- a profession introduced me to the addiction of constructing social metaphors.
I donī t remember my birth. I am told it was midnight. I do
remember a mountain, a river, a handful of people and a few restless streets
in Mexico City.
1985
- Mexico City. The earthquake. The big one was an awakening. I remember distributing
blankets, food. The homeless.
Toronto
for the first time. Graduate studies: I sought to understand the politics of
everyday life in relation to my work in the city. Consequently my studio.
Art,
to me, is a verb. Once in the artufl event of creation. Again in the experience
of that which was created. In my sculputre I seek for myself the momentary epiphanies,
the insights cast on wood, stone, brick or clay, to stop breathing when rearranged
objects speak. With others, I seek to play, to engage light and textures in
an experiential conversation about everyday life: the euphoric solidarity of
a street protest; the intense pause of ice breaking a lake in spring, the seductive
vertigo of a labyrinth, the felling of doubt.
