The game of the arches could also be called the game of strokes. Each piece is a line that can make drawings in the air, i.e. three-dimensional drawings. Drawing lines in the air and marveling at the forms that are created, pushing the boundaries of balance, interpreting the unexpected abstract and figurative forms that emerge… this is what the game consists of.
As soon as the first piece is put in place the tension starts to grow, along with the search for meaning. The construction begins to impose its own laws, laws that we cannot easily understand. A sort of silent dialogue arises between the form being built and the person playing, and this is what determines the path ahead. Looking, sensing, imagining, doing, undoing, interpreting, seeking, finding…
It is a game that invariably imposes on us a poetic form of behavior, one that cannot be expressed in words. Artistic activity is the natural principle of every game, and randomness, surprise, skill, risk, beauty, emotion, the allure of strangeness, encounters with the unknown – all of these are natural elements of the most primordial and exciting activity that we can partake in: play.
The rules of this game are not written; the game itself dictates them in an open yet subtle way. When we put a new piece in place it is the set that tells us if it makes sense or not. We must be both attentive and unprejudiced to learn to see, to try to interpret what the set is telling us. The laws of harmony cannot always be deciphered. It may depend on us, on the sincerity with which we look, know and see. Children may well be able to teach us to play this game better than any master.
Este bosque de maderas es una librería que reúne 51 piezas grabadas con el nombre del árbol de donde proceden. Son ediciones limitadas, ya que proceden de restos de árboles que hemos ido consiguiendo con el tiempo y la ayuda de mucha gente y que nosotros queríamos, seguir dándoles vida. Esto significa que una vez que se termina un resto de madera, utilizaremos otra, haciendo cada serie diferente.
The triangle is the polygon with the fewest number of sides that can be made with straight lines. It is also the most elementary polygon, the primary polygonal unit, the proto-cell with which we can cover an entire flat surface and form all other possible geometric figures.
Could these trunks have once belonged to a cherry tree, with its shimmering red leaves? Or to an elegant birch tree, nestled close to a mountain stream? In either case, happy little creatures would have been found skittering about under their branches, which would have undoubtedly provided shade for more than one weary, long-forgotten traveler.
Every object contains within itself its own archetype, a link to the time and the world to which it belonged. An old school desk can carry us back in time, evoking countless personal recollections while bringing to life the emotions associated with that particular period of our lives. In the same way, what is today the latest model of a cell phone will, with the passage of time, come to remind us of these days and of the world that created and used it. Objects serve to tell the story - and the history - of the people and the society in which they existed.