Laura Pedrerol
I am a visual artist, born in Córdoba, Argentina, in 1962; I currently live and work in Villa Allende.
I studied Interior Design and later Fine Arts at the National University of Córdoba. I have also served as a professor and researcher in the arts.
Since I was a child, my father—who studied Fine Arts and was deeply creative—influenced my creative world and shaped our family life.
While I am primarily a printmaker, this does not stop me from exploring, experimenting, and blending painting, drawing, assemblage, textiles, and any medium that helps bring an idea to life. Doing this is what I love; it is a way of life. Materiality, textures, my surroundings, the everyday, human nature, and the desire to reconnect with the outside world are my sources of inspiration and where I find my creative path.
I have participated in exhibitions, competitions, and art salons both nationally and abroad, but above all, I continue to enjoy the process of learning—every step is a new challenge.
Cobijo/manta para abrigarla, para no olvidarla (Traces - 03/2026)
Villa Allende, March 12, 2026
Dear Grandma Martina:
Triggered by a very powerful emotion I felt regarding you a while ago, I took a look back at our lives during your final years—which, by the way, was quite a long time ago. I was half the age I am now, with children, studies, work, and a family to care for. My mother was alone, with you in her charge.
I went through anger, relief, guilt, and sadness. Life went on and I grew; I also learned, eventually being able to understand, see, feel, and rediscover that you were more—so much more—than those final years.
Time passes and so does the way we see things; perception shifts, and we are no longer the same people. Emotions are not permanent; they have transformed and changed. Today, I feel reconciled with your memory, at peace, and able to remember you with a smile.
How could I ever forget you, Grandma Martina!!!
Forever in my heart,
Lauri
“Cobijo” means—and is—a blanket for my grandmother. It is the creation of a mantle woven from objects, garments, fragments, and memories belonging to her; pieces I have preserved, heavy with emotional weight. It is an act of reclaiming, reconciling, and healing the memory of our ancestors.
It has been a journey where every rhythmic stitch, every mend, every patch, and every darning nourished the growing emotion of crafting this blanket—this cobijo—to wrap her in warmth, and to ensure she is never forgotten.
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