Sculpture in my life/ My life in Sculpture
The day I stepped into Kinder Garden in Mexico City and they gave me “corcholata” (bottle cap) filled with “engrudo” (wheat paste) and some news paper and we made “animalitos” I knew I wanted to be a Sculptor. I loved the feeling of clay in my hands; the forms it could take the sahdows and lights the three dimensionality; growing up in a photo studio I had been exposed to photography and painting allways; but, the discovery of the three dimensional drove me wild.
My first and most loved Sculpture teacher was Victoria Garcia; she was small, but Tall as a sculptor; she was already famous and had many shows at the Museo de Arte Moderno in Mexico; even before becoming the wife of now famous “Sebastian” whom I met many times at her house on Protasio Tagle in the Colonia “San Miguel Chapultepec” She was our inspiration and had the ability to open our eyes to all the posibilities of art as tool for expression. At that time I was drawing this long faced women with delicate noses. She gave Me a book about Modigliani and said “He does long faces like yours” Up to this date I l love Modigliani.
Sculpture is my greatest love. I could do it forever. No matter what the material is: when I see the sparks from the welder and the metal being melted, the stone braking away or becoming smooth as the skin of a women, when my hands are wet with clay or engrudo; there is magic in the air, I am lost…
- Stone
- Metal
- Found objects
- Papier mache
- Wood
- Clay
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