One day I found a carpentry workshop, close to where I lived, that was throwing out lots of beautiful pieces of wood every day. So I decided to go there regularly and fill boxes full of pieces. And so it was that by playing around with these bits of wood, that these hangers, cars and birdhouses occurred to me… The objects tell stories, recall images and remind us of songs… poems in wood. Each one is different and I never know what the next one will be like.
School of Fine Arts Prilidiano Pueyrredón. I stayed for two years. Philosophy at UBA. I stayed for three years. Sculpture at Escola Massana in Barcelona. I graduated … finally.
I like wood. I love wood. I like its smell, its touch, its colours, everything about it.