Proposal and research about distortion

PROPOSAL

“For me, painting is the sad and dark point of life. In it I try to express the deepest of the human being. While the upholstery is the happy part of life.”
Violeta Parra 1953.

Faces reveal expression impossible to hide, our eyes are mirrors of the soul, they are silent voice which wants to escape, and I make dormant in my drawing, the observer uncovers your own hidden reality, at a glance, quiet and full of emotions that invites us to be aware that we share a common, destiny. those headaches are also ours, and that many times we can witness the death with the eyes open.

We can observe a compilation of black and white sketches, looking for simplicity and emphasis of each face. drawn in newspapers to connect the information and daily events in part of the life of each portrait. We can find different sizes, installed on a wall to invoke their individual history, like an altar. Raising questions about the absent and present and the brevity of the memory of each individual
In this series of portraits, they are focused on the disappearance of children, which occurs daily, across the world and which have been fatally found. Using photographs used by relatives to find them. Raising two points of view, one is what the photographer captures and the other is the reality and the destiny that these children had.
Each portrait has a different distortion according to the circumstances of each case, often grotesque and dark, to give a sense of greater anguish and at the same time show a vision of a more desperate world, evoked in the faces by tragic and ambiguous episodes, turning them into victims, not only of third parties but of oblivion. Each viewer is invited into a reflection on the fragility of Innocence and the capacity for cruelty and coldness of each human being as a cry for help through each sketch. An infinite silence of those who no longer have a voice. Be printed on those posters so fragile that time was defoliated and burned like autumn leaves. Faces manipulated by time, scratched and shattered like oblivion itself. It is the need for perpetuity, because somehow, we all want to stay. Death is a tragic destiny of man and, why not say it, that which erases his identity, his individuality from the face of the earth and the memory of those who remain alive.