Las historias que me guardo para mí
Monterrey, MX. August 2023

Text by Sandra Sánchez

We are entering celestial space.
Wanna come?

The encounter is the unforeseeable itself. The amoral tension
produced by the proximity of one body to another.

Not the temptation of an idea that can be synthesized with another,
but the eye turned into skin, without leaving aside its ability to capture
and decode images. Touch breaks the dualism: “this here and that
there.” Touching disturbs the conceptualization of experiences that
make them fixed ideals.

Tangle. The eye on so much skin. To touch a surface, to walk over it.
Detecting the alliances between looking and touching is then a clue to
reveal and trace escapes from the hegemonic way of looking. Rather
than playing against each other, record all the times they are against
each other, touching and supporting each other.

Touch secretes space.
Space that only exists as an effect of articulation.
The backgrounds of these paintings are experiences of Byzantine
surfaces.
   that were held, layer upon layer, on the infinite gold.
If the idea of a divine space that brings together the whole has been
broken,
What is the current surface that allows contact?
In Celeste, the skin. Human and non-human.
Finger comet, curtain canvas, fold and red.


The meeting holds an enigma. Not only the impossibility of defining
what substance
It supports the forms, also the fold. On the infinite background,
    The shapes take shape: volume effect of a pleated layer on top of
another.
Scar that is also a mountain, star, organ and pigmented puddle
sediment.
There are no determined functions, but bodies that open themselves
to the strangeness of other bodies. The swollen lump invites the eye –
which has moved to the hand – to caress.
The tension between the elements produces shadows. The splice
assembles the scene.
Touch upon touch, time passes. Complicity invites movement:
   Disagreement is another form of encounter.


The reverse of the fabric, its possibility of shelter and awning.
The complexities that each surface protects and what is revealed from
them as intuition. Paintings prepared for a scene in which certain
components are identifiable, while others are sustained as vibrations:
chromatic, sentimental, preconceptual. A shared environment woven
with own experiences. The stories I keep to myself.
A network is a circuit of possibilities and a trap.
Arrival is departure. The border, the threshold of passage. Everything
at once.
Forces are never alone, they act as their opposing forces.
We talk about separation: taking distance prepares the constellation to
come.
Here, repetition generates uniqueness and not routine.
We agreed to do it differently.