Veronica Bonta
Veronica Bonta was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, in October 1948, where she continues to live and work. She studied Curatorship at the Academia del Sur under Professor Jorge López Anaya and trained in independent art workshops and clinics led by Rodrigo Alonso, Julio Sánchez, and Florencia Blanco. From 2003 to 2006, she was director and manager of the Arte tono rojo space. Since 2007, she has been a member of the artist collective Instantes Gráficos and has participated in exhibitions organized by the Centro de Edición.
She has shown work in both solo and group exhibitions in Argentina and abroad, including Austria, Colombia, France, England, Uruguay, Peru, and the United States. Some of them: FIG Bilbao, Printed Matter NY, Arts Libris BCN, Lisboa, Madrid, ArteBA, BAPhoto, Tijuana Br., MAPA Bs As., Pinta Lima Perú, Miniprint Cantabria España,
Paraguay, Miami Art Fair, Arteamericas, Eco Art, Felifa Dot, PARTE São Paulo, Brasil. ARCOmadrid, Tijuana Br, Feria Paraguay, Mia Art Fair, Arteamericas, Eco Art, Felifa Dot, Feria de Libros de Fotos de Autor.
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Artilugios y Naturaleza (Nature in Action - 04/2025)
What I feel when I connect with nature…
Calm. I recognize myself in what surrounds me. I belong. I listen to my inner voice and the air. Birds. Breeze. Water running down the mountain. The absence of noise. Flow.
Feeling goes beyond thought. Light that illuminates with shadows that change throughout the day-sun, clouds, rain, storm.
I am part of nature, of the landscape. I breathe earth, I breathe water, different scents of plants.
I was desire, root, seed, body, feelings, needs.
The sun gives me warmth, it cuddles me. The sound of branches, leaves.
Nature recognizes me-I am.
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Transcend (Ancestors 2024 - 03/2024)
I review the family history with another appreciation and a different look.
Each of those images of my family is a treasure well kept and inherited from generation to generation.
From the gathering of documents, letters and photographs I revive and remember endless talks with my mother.
Our history comes to mind, crossed by the war, extermination camps, deaths, then immigration and integration to the new continent, a very different culture, without knowing the language, no money, but always trying to keep our family history alive.
I visualize inside me a great wall of family memories, that become a symbolic heritage of our history.
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