Paco Ramírez
Sculptor and foundrymanBorn on April 2, 1971, amidst the smell of plaster and the dust of impregnated bronze. In the arms of a kind mother and a father with rough hands, worthy of his trade. At the age of 4, the story of the one who discovered himself playing in the arena of a palenque and a giant of clay begins to unfold.
Running, climbing up and down repeatedly, that boy enjoyed what was already his destiny.
That place where the Atlanteans dwelled.
That place where balance and harmony became giants huddled among futuristic cities.
Fantasies that pursued him throughout his life.
Thus, the young man discovers that he was not born creative. Creativity came to him as an unstable need for ideas, destroying and building. Ideas that lead to hours of insomnia, madness, and metamorphosis. Which path? What identity? What desire? Solitude, rebellion, and character bring forth questions and doubts. An irritating internal communication begins.
Questions arise before him…
To create sculptures like the Greek Adonis with luxurious detail or to be as light as a line drawn on a blank sheet of paper, without intending to say anything, just existing? Years pass by, forging life and trade. Rediscovering himself every day and every night.
That spring once immersed in fire, ideas, passion, and rhythm.
Rediscovery is born.
Anguishes resurface.
The aesthetics of simple strokes interrupt and drill.
Echoes of identity.
Between fire and ashes comes the magic of “why?”.
Simple or complicated?
Complicated or simple?
Movement and fluidity in a dialogue.
Return to your spring, dear autumn.
Let the basic be elemental and the
elemental substantial.
I am Paco Ramírez, son of a man forged in fire and a loving mother.
I am what existed in the stone.
I am what rediscovered itself as the
imperfect lover of absence.
I am the one who dialogues with nothingness and finds.
I am, consequently, born on April 2, destined to his perpetual matter, waiting to return to the clay where some spring will mold absence again.
