“CONCRETIONS” BY ANDREA LAZARO

CONCRETIONS

Sewing, genders, strands, needles, words related to childhood, the family, the affections, the everyday, present in the usual conversations between mothers, aunts and grandmothers, forming part of the banal topics in afternoons of meetings and bringing back memories; They are memory and at the same time continuity. Enhebrar, sew, bind, give one stitch after another harmoniously, covering, protecting and enclosing pieces of fabric, It serves as an excuse for me to start this work..

leave a trace, rescue, do not forget, transform and confirm that the weight of memory is contained in the constructions that I propose in this work.

I recover goods that have reached their useful life in a conventional way, transforming them into spherical shapes, in modules that multiply and accumulate; each could contain compressed stories associated with childhood, to personal experiences, rag balls that I build layer after layer, twisting and compressing the material until the desired shape is obtained, in repetitive actions that I complete by dressing them one by one with strips of hand-sewn fabric, a personal imprint of scar-like seams that mark paths like a continuous writing, that can be taken up in each of the pieces that make up the set.

Suspended or supported, timeless, trying to defy the law of gravity, I build pure forms, manipulable elements, with warm and flexible materials, that gives me multiple compositional possibilities.

In meticulous work, absorbent, repetitive and perfectionist, monochrome uniforms the composition and tries to achieve through the arrangement of these spherical shapes, a game of shadows that fascinates the observer, inviting him to be part, questioning, watching, touching and moving around.

I present the work as stalactites or concretions; suspended spherical shapes related to everyday life, capsules that may contain stories, thoughts or experiences of what surrounds us and unites us, of what we consider important or what we leave aside, we discard, we lose contact or let it pass…

Andrea Lazaro

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