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This is very serious work. Someone sat hours, no, most probably days, thinking, designing, and making these pieces of art, for someone like me to come and deface them with my own view on them. Seriously, life is serious enough.




After 20 years of living abroad I return to the places where my childhood was imprinted in me. In my work I display a sense of belonging, regardless of where I am physically, based solely on what has been imprinted in my soul. 
All the pieces were carved in linoleum, printed an on paper and then the linoleum was pressed into clay. The beautiful thing was that all the relief of the linoleum was revealed in the clay, while that depth stayed invisible on the print itself.

The hands (open, closed, and fingers interlaced), a theme repeated throughout the pieces, describe my own relationship with traits of my identity that I accept, reject, or have come to learn to live with.

The series is comprised of three kinds of works.

The scenes. These are scenes from my childhood, places that played, in one way o another, a significant role in my upbringing.  In a way, I depict myself in all of them. The hands represent in all of their states. open closed and fingers intertwined. what is interesting. is that all these places are stuck in my head in their very glorious form, I wonder if these places were ever as glorious as they were in my head.
The linoleum was imprinted on clay, and printed on paper.

The plates. Food is not a small piece of my identity as a Mexican. These plates are called "Antojos", which translates into: cravings.
The linoleum was imprinted on clay for plates and on paper as prints.

“En resumen” or "In summary". The final piece of the exhibition “Carving Impressions” is a summary of the whole exhibition, it shows the open, closed and joined hands. 
For this 30 meter long roll I imprinted linoleum onto clay, which after baking into the oven, I have turned into paint rollers to print onto the paper.

It represents the summary, the whole. 



My Roll of No Judgement is where I practice not just drawing, but also non-judgement. On this roll, no line is wrong. Once the ink hits the paper, that line is accepted and loved just like any other line.
I practice to allow myself to make mistakes, to forgive them and to let them go.
I can only keep going forward, there is nothing for me to add if I go back.