top of page

Estudio sobre triángulo

Daniela Libertad . 2016

I have been thinking about angles, about the breaks of a line, the twisting of an ankle, of tripping, about any alteration of a trajectory. 


What a joy to move from a handshake to a hug. Fortunate events have to happen for this inertia to appear. What a moment of elation to exchange that first hug with someone you encounter for the second time. 


I have seen a wax line making itself fit into a corner. It pulls from its inner strength, its extremities stick to the walls. What arises is the longest, most narrow trapeze I have ever seen. 


Maybe a straight line was once an angle that closed in on itself.


How do you allow a single line to take a rest from the form of which it occupies? How can you witness the moment in which it decides its own direction?


While I believe I am moving forward, all I am really doing is pushing the triangle backwards. It becomes more complex when the things that integrate it begin to break off. 


Maybe a straight line was once an angle that opened itself.


How long does it take to get out of the triangle?


How long does it take to arrive at the line?

bottom of page