The artist’s most recent body of work, exhibited from May 21 through July 6, 2026, at Duque Arango Gallery, is a selection of 40 pieces that whisper to us through a timid, wrinkled voice, lingering between margins and folds. Through a variety of techniques — from medium and large-scale oil paintings to sculptures in cold-rolled steel, resin, and wood — the artist transports us into a world of treasures and debris. Diary. Continuity. Routine. Tedium. How does one escape it? How does one flee?
The mirror bears witness. Epitaph. A separation. A tomb. Creating from emptiness, from absence. And what if it were the opposite? From fulfillment? From prosperity? What would that look like?
Wholeness. Anticipation with certainty.
An attempt to control chance. To magnify accidents. The manipulation of a format, of a formula, one that might be considered among the most conventional. To modify, to mold. To alter dimensions and forms in order to break free from a restricted surface. Childhood games. Dreams of another time. Adolescent regrets. The details. Always striving for perfection in art because it is profoundly difficult to attain in life.
Troops of upright statues watch over us from the roots of an innocent intimacy. Domesticity. Cold metals, familiar faces, playful gestures. Uncomplicated. Or so it would seem. Each one a story, a cherished anecdote. Tiny uniformed creatures. Countless. Existing within an infinite and diverse ecosystem that continues to grow with the passing of time — and never ceases to do so. The fronts of this treasured army, steadfastly defending a dream from yesterday.
As the sun crashes against a terrifying horizon, universes dissolve into one another across the sky. It is the coldest and most dreaded moment of the day. Stripped of distractions, we find ourselves defenseless before our own thoughts. Do you know how difficult it is to fall asleep when sleep is exactly what you are meant to do? Nothing remains but to wait for a morning that will burn warmly. A spectacle.
Another kind of pain.
Longings crossing oceans under the guardianship of pastel skies. Yearning to touch the warm vapor of clouds with fingertips, with flames at the tips of our fingers. Eagerly pursuing the cotton-candy trail left behind by a paper airplane. Fleeting as stars. Indelible farewells. The wounds. Pierced and screwed traces. Tombstones. Scars. Records. Memories.
Always with you.
Lorenza Rodríguez
Duque Arango Gallery
Carrera 37 #10A–34, El Poblado, Medellín
info@galeriaduquearango.com
