ARTIST | Marina Soria
BASED IN | Argentina
TITLE | We, rivers / Nosotros ríos
SIZE | 280 x 755 x 50 mm
MEDIUM | Watercolor and white gouache on Rives BFK paper. Accordion book with hard covers laser cutted from cotton paper & cardboard in Rives BFK paper. Two tiny books accompany the principal piece, the poem & the code hand drawn with color pencils. They lie within a drawer box, wrapped in handmade Amate paper from Mexico, accompanied by small pebble stones that echo the rounded shape of letters.
PRICE | Not for sale
Poem by the artist
Sometimes it flows like a river crystal clear and pure in the morning, others, it is stormy, stones and swirls.
There are rivers that come from who knows where, in their causes they carry stories, smiles and songs. Others, rubble, corpses and carrion.
There are stormy people, other, sunrises. There are gestures that are fire, others a warm winter sun.
The river is always the river. Sometimes it goes down singing, whispering old couplets, others, it shouts and in a scream it falls off the cliff.
Perhaps like rivers, let us be little moons and bits of suns as well. A drop of poison and another of dew.
ARTIST | Marina Soria
BASED IN | Argentina
TITLE | We, rivers / Nosotros ríos
SIZE | 280 x 755 x 50 mm
MEDIUM | Watercolor and white gouache on Rives BFK paper. Accordion book with hard covers laser cutted from cotton paper & cardboard in Rives BFK paper. Two tiny books accompany the principal piece, the poem & the code hand drawn with color pencils. They lie within a drawer box, wrapped in handmade Amate paper from Mexico, accompanied by small pebble stones that echo the rounded shape of letters.
PRICE | Not for sale
Poem by the artist
Sometimes it flows like a river crystal clear and pure in the morning, others, it is stormy, stones and swirls.
There are rivers that come from who knows where, in their causes they carry stories, smiles and songs. Others, rubble, corpses and carrion.
There are stormy people, other, sunrises. There are gestures that are fire, others a warm winter sun.
The river is always the river. Sometimes it goes down singing, whispering old couplets, others, it shouts and in a scream it falls off the cliff.
Perhaps like rivers, let us be little moons and bits of suns as well. A drop of poison and another of dew.
Born in Buenos Aires, Argentina in 1961, Marina Soria is a seasoned artist and educator. With degrees in Fine Arts and Graphic Design, she lectured for many years on Graphic Design and Editorial Design in the University of Buenos Aires, and later on as an Associate Professor in Typography. Marina is a recipient of numerous awards, has exhibited internationally, and her works are in public and private collections around the world.
