It is only when we situate ourselves far from the known, unprotected from that which gives us certainty when possibilities unfold in front of us. And it is there, in the darkness, when the self finds itself with its fears, demons, and hopes.
Balmaceda experienced something similar through his personal and creative path. Looking for a change in his professional practice, one morning at the edge of his bed he decides to take a trip to India. A place that shows him the most exquisite textiles and that would become a fertile field for personal and artistic renovation.
The process was not simple. Balmaceda faced monsters that had remained silent for a long time inside him. Irregular and asphyxiating bugs that as they grow, they leave more significant voids. Standing in front of them, with nothing to lose, he confronts these monsters with the sensibility that characterizes him. He deconstructs, "hunts," dismembers, fossilizes them only to understand the logic of those voids.
The resulting pieces are the trace of that conquered. The ruins of the emptiness, the trophies of the hunter, the inert hints of the defeated monsters.
Until 29th March 2019