Claudia Behrensen

Buenos Aires, 1961. Visual Artist. She lives and works in Buenos Aires.

In her work, she addresses the issue of the interconnection and communion we have with Nature, as well as the internal struggle with our fears and beliefs.

She trained in painting and sculpture workshops with Keneth Kemble, Alejandra Roux and Mariana Siedlareck among others.

In 2007 she started in photography guided by Inés Miguens.

She has carried out workshops with artists Fabiana Barreda, Raul Flores, Ezequiel Montero Swinnen and Ana Sánchez Zinny.

She took part in Laura Messing´s Project Workshop and in Art in the Origin Residence with Andrea Juan in Cantabria, Spain.

She participated in BA Photo, Art On Paper NY, SCOPE Miami Fair, Art Basel Cities BA, Mini Print Cantabria, Arte Espacio Fair, Aqua Miami Fair, Pallets de Vida (solidarity art) and Photo London Fair.

Her work was exhibited in Buenos Aires at Recoleta Cultural Center, Thames Gallery, Borges Cultural Center and ODA Gallery, among others.

She obtained the first prize in Pilara 2018, photography contest, and was finalist in 2020 Creative Photo Awards contest.

Brisas del Alma (Breezes of the Soul) (Traces - 03/2021)

That tree that had been my refuge as a child was no longer there. I remained still, standing in front of what had been the house of my childhood, trying to accept her absence and the impossibility of sealing the longed-for reunion with a hug.

Invaded by a certain sadness and disenchantment, I felt the impulse to close my eyes and in an ephemeral period of time, a range of images and experiences began to unfold from the corner of memories, and floating in that sway of emotions I was able to bring to my gum tree, sprout it again in me, feel its presence. Although her body was no longer there, I understood that it was still planted in my soul.

Climbing between its branches, I was able once again touch its bright green leaves, enjoy that magical setting where I spoke with my imaginary friends and my fantastic stories passed. Once again, I also perceived the intoxicating perfume of the blossoming orange trees on my sidewalk, and even heard my mother's voice calling me to have a snack, while I combed my dolls in my bark world.

That journey in time, through pre-existing connections, like the one that still vibrates inside me with that tree, actually led me to a reunion with myself by the hand of my childhood and when observing the passage of time, the finitude made itself present, inviting me to accept it as part of our own existence.

Each image, each sense that awakened and appeared that day from within me, mobilized my fibers, moved me, but not as a sound of nostalgia, but as a gentle breeze of gratitude for those distant experiences that today give me meaning, accompanying me through the fleeting paths of life.