Monica Cortes

Monica Cortes

I was born in Buenos Aires in 1947

Graduated from the National Schools of Fine Arts as National Professor of Drawing and Printmaking.

I completed postgraduate studies in private workshops of Drawing, Engraving, Textile Techniques, Ceramics and Enamels, Sculpture, Creativity, Painting, Artist's Book, Lithography and Workshops.

I integrated the groups of Artists of the Centro de Edición and Intantes Gráficos.

In 1970 I created MY WORKSHOP where since them, I work in the Artistic Training of children, adolescents and adults and Art Therapy groups as a support for psychotherapeutic treatments.

I regularly participate in shows, salons and calls in the country and abroad, such as in National and International Fairs.

Private collections have some of my works.

Invisibility (Ancestors 2023 - 03/2023)


"...But no one sees them, because they are old. We live in a time when old people must be transparent as glass. We simply must not notice that they exist. You too will become transparent.

…like black fishes in a black lagoon…” H.Mankell/ Italian Shoes

 

Invisibility...Difficult word to say, to accept or ignore, to take advantage of or reject.

Do you choose it or just arrive?

I feel that sometimes I become invisible to others and others to me.

Like a mirror that fogs up, like a veil of color in which the image almost disappears. However, I am there!

Becoming imperceptible, immaterial has its benefits and drawbacks. It protects and also bothers. It is shelter and also limit.

It is the white image on the white, the black on the black and there is also the color on the color. Like on the stage of a Black Theater.

Do I choose to be invisible or does invisibility happen anyway?

Despite this, I AM HERE       

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We are Ancestors - Lineage (Ancestors II - 03/2022)


I realize that we are all ancestors of someone. Which I am. That not only my ancestry but my children and grandchildren are too.

We belong to the lineage of humanity.

It is an atavistic, hereditary chain that links us beyond time and geography.

It makes us heirs of habits, rites, roles.

In my work, as in that of those cave artists, there are hands as tools, there are gestures, there is the vital impulse that carries emotion.

This is the indelible mark of lineage.

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