Box XL

This sculpture belonging to the “Box” series is like a hopscotch. A multitude of parts used to create an image. Yet each has its own identity. Think of a puzzle. Each tab, in itself, has meaning but only reaches its true value when all are combined and fit in it´s own unique way. Box XL is the result of a fruitful and honest conversation between the sculptor and the steel. A polished image searching for the perfect meeting of its whole. If you look at the details we will see how the lines that define the sculpture seek and find each other with precision. All their plans. In these meetings inhabits geometry, proportion and beauty.

Every artist tries to command their own work but some times are the works themselves, who guide their own destiny. Box XL has that departure point. That is why it doesn´t ask for any color but keeps pure steel cleanliness. The shining spark of sanding and polishing. As if flows from a fountain of crystal clear water. Certainly the sculpture resembles a journey to the origins. Well, that eternal return also leads us to the horizon line. One issue that many artists have tried to decipher from Richard Serra to Eduardo Chillida. Box XL also drinks in that stream. As we approach it we see their pieces fit, always seeking after the horizontal line. Competing, in an impossible duel, with the horizon. That is its ambition, although it sits at ground level. Joan Miró told it: “I work treading the earth so the force enters in me through my feet. And the gaze is open to the world”. We speak of a free sculpture, in which the mass seems to have ceased to exist and have been replaced by a perfect balance between volume and void. The sculpture, heir to the minimalist look of Donald Judd, is accommodated in countless rhythms and relationships with itself. Each piece seems to dialogue with its continuance or, further, with his distant. It’s the same. Because, as a living being, all parts are interconnected in a complex geometry but at the same time simple and forthright.

Let us pause now. The piece is finished. Far from the necessary tyranny of the workshop it seems to make sense of their own existence. Polished, devoid of paint and describing its unsolvable equation between hollow and empty. An invitation to the eye and touch. Box XL.