I was climbing the mountain

when I saw the skeleton you left on the tree,

it looked the same as the tree: dried by the sun,

you have been here before and you didn't tell me,

I left you alone to go to sleep

but you passed leaving your skeleton on the tree,

between my eyes I saw it as a little white flower without a stem,

as a butterfly barely landing

it was the gray skeleton that you left standing,

  waiting on the tree.

When the breeder saw

the most beautiful flower in the world

it was summer time.

There was an intense sun in the morning,

Their dead feet carrying they from place to place.

They had decided to climb the mountain

to reach the cross

and fall asleep to take the sun.

Arriving at the top

They saw the tiny houses,

They understood how the water flows

from the mountains down.

They closed their eyes

and painted the landscape inside their head

when suddenly they heard a noise,

the air blew,

They turned and saw her. 

They touched a petal with their cold fingers.

The more they saw her

the more they wanted to have her.

The breeder walked and walked,

and with each step

the flower's stem extended

further into the horizon.

When they reached the end of the stem,

a beautiful flower grew on it.

The breeder sat down and cried

with their knees on their eyes

because they didn't know

how to take it from the ground.

The flower slid towards they,

climbed up their bones

and drank their tears.

-I ́m thirstyyyy!

Blossoming Carcass features a series of sculptures, paintings, and installations in the metaphor of an exoskeleton. Echoing a fantastical language, this process of molting as a poetic transformation speaks to the human experiences of letting go, mourning, and reviving: a process similar to that of the insect leaving its pupal body to grow larger.

In this new body of works, an imaginary space connects a series of compelling personal narratives of death and love. Both the imaginary and the real elements merge in material and figurative manners, transforming them into a third space—a poem about a blossoming carcass as a continuation of life after death. In this abandoned place, growth continues, and the vestiges of a previous natural life mutate into new forms.

Blossoming Carcass narrates the story of a living skeleton-keeper and her relationship with the creatures in her care. Fragments of this narrative are combined with a material interplay that oscillates between sculptural and painted qualities. In this conjunction, the exoskeleton is an exchange between the structure and the surface, a coexistence of two states. A delicate feeling of otherness comes from within, evoking a familiar sensation linked with the similar human capacity for transformation. The process of molting is taking place slowly, and its remnants occupy the space in an apparent stillness.