Work · Poéticas del invierno
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106 × 17 cmPorcelain, straw threadMadrid, 2025Caresses hang from me like the light ballast of my history. Small, universal, fragments of me fly away for when nothing is left of my skin. One was born in Beijing, another woke up in Salvador. From what remote heartbeat does each one come? Fierce, unforgiving, and still mine. If you move me, it murmurs the secret song each caress keeps, and if you come close I will whisper the secret to you too.What do they whisper to you?
Piece shown at Poéticas del invierno, ARMA Gallery, Madrid, December 2025 to January 2026. To ask about availability or to see the piece, write to me.