Ximena Giraudi

Although, each piece of art that I create is in itself a reflection, (analogous begins or arises and well-intentioned vanishes... it's the amount of attention I can give things) no
agrees with the very meaning of the word.
I am alone and comfortable in front of the canvas, and the brushes or acrylics and I am quite demanding with the contemplation of my ideas, embodied ahead of time on the white background. The work is born stumped, clumsy.
Almost aimlessly, although objectively, over the years the works have become more complex and freeing myself from every cliché that I imposed on myself, from programmed maps or models that I could not continue and were not part of anything, but part of a complete process of evolution, either by the evolution of the work itself or by the evolution of the parts, the colorimetry, the plastic that compose and the shots, I think especially the shots, were modified and surpassed in each work year after year, oscillating in the complete disappearance of spatiality, until the abstraction itself that borders on expressionism. And that's where I want to get to.
To empty spaces that arise to remain empty and that other times arise to accompany
new full colors or false geometries.
About color: simple palettes are the winners, for being structural and finitude
controlled. it is my perception.