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Heidi Russell Presents Lourdes ramirez
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3 sleeping ladies acrylic on canvas 48’x 36’122 x 92 cm
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Couple in Blue monoprint 18’ x 23’45 x 60 cm
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Visual Artist born in Málaga, lives since 2007 in New York.
Self-taught, in recent years she has worked the sculpture with Alicia Tafur, in Bogotá; and during her stay in New York, she is deepening her
knowledge in the painting, the drawing, the engraving and the lithography in The Art Student League.
Knowledge and deepening in other expressive tools have opened up new avenues of exploration and facilitated new vehicles of expression for this
artist.
Figure human gesture, the look, the flash of an instant, and give voice to those who do not use to have it have been the focus of her interest. A
biography of vivid life moments expressed strongly and with bright and joyful movements. Nowadays, in continuous evolution and searching, she is
working in add simplicity, suggestion, lightness, and she investigates new media to transmit it.
Live in New York allows her to soak up the most alternative and classic, and live with a very mixed human range. Her objective is to explore this
mosaic of moments, cultures and artistic expressions taking place in the City that Never Sleeps, assimilate them and tell them.
The expression of her work at the moment is a biographical report focused on two projects: A Travel Journal and The American Dream. The first, a
story of images and colors of her experiences in contact with other countries and cultures; the latter, a deepening of her stay in Manhattan, the great
show of the Subway and the different warps that weave the Big Apple.
These tools are used to allow travel without acknowledging, or being recognized. Listed below is the tailor made universe:
The Perfect Trip, The Perfect Trap monoprint18’ x 23’45 x 60 cm
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Know Before You Go Mixed Media 36’ x 60’ 95 x 153 cm
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Woman With Everything Acrylic On Canvas 48’ x 36’122 x 92 cm
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In her career she has had solo exhibitions in New York, Bogotá and in several Museum and Venues in Málaga and its municipality.
She has also participated in group exhibitions in New York, Bogotá, Málaga and other Spanish cities.
She has collaborated in collective interventions with collective Málaga Contemporary Artists -MAC– in the University of Málaga, and designed
and participated in seven editions of Open Studios, organized by the collective MAC which she was a co-founder member.
Nowadays she belongs to the international collectives DIN-A4, Pen and Brush, Women Artists Salon in New York, and Collective of Plastic
Artists in Málaga
Her work is represented in the municipality of Mijas and Guaro and in private collections of Andalusia, Extremadura, Madrid, Canarias, Basque
Country, Catalan, Argentina, Colombia, and New York.
Latin Sleeping Mixed Media 24’ x 21’ ½62 x 55 cm
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Resting The American Dream Monoprint 18’ x 23’45 x 60 cm
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Tired Woman mixed media24’ x 21’ ½62 x 55 cm
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Train monoprint18’ x 23’45 x 60 cm
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Woman With Earplugs acrylic on paper over board 24’ x 18’60 x 45 cm
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In the New York subway, inhabits an archetype frequently and easily recognizable by its gaze and portage. Attributes can appear one at a
time, although they are usually combined: eyes closed, far away look, mobile tech device, newspaper, book, backpack, big bag...........
My work attempts to reflect some of those inhabitants of the subway, prototypical moments; flashes that repeat itself day after day.
The subway, particularly cumbersome for "territoriality", multiples the need to narrow one's own space. There is no escape from gazing out
to the landscape that one might engage in on a bus ride.
The New Yorker copes with this alien proximity by avoiding one's outward glance, to prevent from seeing oneself across the aisle, as if
looking at a mirrored reflection.
Closed windows,
Insulated ears,
Isolated mind and spirit,
Short naps before or after work, an endless day with a crazy schedule?
Sneaking a rest to be strong enough to pursue, "The American Dream"?
Small island transit from one urgency to another?
Going into the bubble, distancing oneself from others?
Tailored "Silence Spa"?
To not recognize?
To not be recognized?
To mark the distance?
I am surprised that even when sitting in a crowd, when people talk about the loneliness in the Big Apple, we decide to isolate ourselves...
I go on contemplating, trying to understand..........