My name is Eduardo, a Chilean self-taught writer, poet and -now,- visual artist. Colours and my voracious curiosity have become the very raw essence of my most blunt and honest creative nature; my truest Self. Art is -for me- meaningless, as it doesn’t carry (nor it should) a clear, comprehensible message, as much as it makes you Feel. And, as long as you Feel, you come to the realisation you are, indeed, Human. It’s good to have a reminder of our condition, while we are pushed to survive each day as dependable commodities rather than Beings of Flesh.
The market doesn’t need my work, really; yet I need to continue to create, for if stagnant, I lose track of myself and my purpose becomes an ever-changing blob. Nobody likes shapeshifting blobs. Just as no one, awoken by Art, despises breathing in the Pleasure of the Senses triggered by it.