Porque una lágrima es un asunto intelectual

Crying before a work of art can be an aesthetic act: one cries not sentimentally but in order to enter into relationship with something that is beyond what we are capable of, of learning the unknown, I believe. The relationships that I establish with my surroundings inform my work and I learn from them. Work leads me to use everything at my reach. What I hear, read and see influences me. Dreams and dreaming when awake. What I learn, which I transform into something else and without knowing how, at times, I continue making, thinking, and, at times, fabricating objects. I use everything that is around me in a symbolic way. I am interested in discovering the everyday, and housework can be extrapolated to almost all the life patterns from a psychological, physical and physiological point of view. The home as a mirror of our existence, the home as a place of resistance. I transform what I see around me into something visual. Work and the daily routine are interlaced into a work that becomes one; if work is the daily routine or the daily routine work, I do not know. But what I can say is that it is the tense chord where my life takes place.