Circle Art Programs
Valentina Vernet
I was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
I alternated my life between the city and the countryside, where I spent very long periods of time.
Frames and turpentine were also a backdrop in my childhood, and from the hand of my father and teacher I entered this world of visual arts.
Starting in 2008, I completed my self-taught training in numerous workshops in various disciplines: Painting, Drawing, Vitrofusion, Collage, Artist's Book, Art History.
My constant curiosity leads me to the Centro de Edicion, where since 2020 I begin to train with Professor Natalia Giacchetta in Lithography and other engraving techniques.
I have participated in numerous collective exhibitions; and in the field of Graphics, since 2021, in our country at: Centro de Edicion, Central Newbery, Maritime Museum of Ushuaia, Conrad Meier Museum of Villa La Angostura and Arte BA 2022. Abroad, in Austria, USA , and in Cantabria, Spain.
Womb (Ancestors 2023 - 03/2023)
This is my cave, my mother's womb, where my soul was born with its lights and its shadows.
The snake is the symbol of all my fears.
I worked building my own snake, ugly, very ugly, as fears are, but full of shiny stones.
That's who I am, and that's how I go through it, shedding my skin so that fear doesn't stop me.
Cave, womb
I look into that abyss of shadows
Where every spill is a crossroads
Cave, womb, mother
Refuge from my steps, from my abyss
Of my doubts
I dance in your bowels mother
The snake no longer shakes me
Resurrection
Of all the memories
Installation. Collage of graphic prints on fabric. 70 x 150 cm.
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A prayer (Ancestors II - 03/2022)
Review and account of the Process.
I wanted to thread the words impregnating them with textures, images.
Disassemble shapes to find gestures.
Gestures that were transformed into a prayer, in gratitude and celebration towards nature and memory.
I started with the certainty of knowing that no one would know what I know about myself.
I'm not so sure anymore
Each phrase and each text suggested different images to me.
But I did not want to formalize a language. Starting from that desire, I allowed myself to disarm techniques and mix them.
So as not to stop at trying to produce something virtuous but only expressive.
Drawings, inks, lithographs, collage, handmade papers, everything served me for this adventure.
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Some texts from the installation
Prayer
My absurd calligraphy just tries
trace the time of my voice
and in the caress the time of my hands
Perhaps my fragile language demands the total
abolition of other languages.
And reach a state of prayer
behind the thought
To no longer use words,
just inhabit the movement of my body.
To found the time of the seeds,
play in the fog,
weave threads with the clouds,
dance the reddest music of the afternoon
and reincarnate in rain.
Memory
In the language of rain
and a silent say
I find the embrace of melancholy
I do not quit
To the resurrection of memory
Memory of tenderness
The time made waiting
of deep moments
Your footprints that populate the house of tenderness
The life that was then
Early morning
Branch, root, shadows
I stand still at the edges of the landscape
I have my feet full of my land
And my hands full of fireflies
Dreams
We dreamed of unexpected trips
That they would take us to who knows what heavens
Sparrow dreams
Lit up in naps
Under fragrant eucalyptus
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