How does art keep you going during difficult times?
Art has kept me present. To me, nothing has changed. For me, painting is isolation in a way, and it's what i have done all my life. Now that I see the current situation, I realized I've been in isolation all my life. When I've travel, I lock myself up and paint; it's what I've always done. So, present times have not altered my pictorial rhythm.
How has your art practice been affected by self-isolation?
Same answer as the first, this self isolation is what I've always practiced and even recommended. To me, It is a way to learn to be with yourself, always thinking that what you're doing is a discourse for others, and is a way of living without the anxieties of rapid communication. It's a communication where one can practice and reflect on the discourse before expressing it to others.
How are you staying creative?
Well, the same way. I sleep, I paint, I sleep, I paint. I don't see anything too weird about it. The weird thing of these times is the appearance of a virus; the one I find more relevant the one virus germinated on TV. The TV is virulent, It's the most contagious of all. In any idle moment I turn on the TV there is always these images that slowly burn into my retinae, and then in my conscious and my subconscious, and little by little these will find their way into my painting. Some elements have surfaced already, but it's important to digest all of what is happening well at first, and then we'll see how it reemerges in what we are doing.
Are you creating new work while social distancing?
Actually, I keep doing the works I was doing. The present times have done some sort of parenthesis; people are not as eagerly calling to the galleries, no rush from museums, nor agitation from art-fairs... everything has slowed down. So, my artists friends and I are in a strange position: All this nervousness and adrenaline evaporated. I just spoke to a friend of mine who was about to exhibit in Washington (and who is really sad it is not longer happening) , whereas I am celebrating not having to enter the voragine and nervousness of the exhibitions I had planned this year. All the preparations, flights, being there... all those things that are not my favourite part of painting. Now I am enjoying quietly like a child who has the justification not to go to school.