Copan Ruinas
I’m digging through my drawers, now it’s the turn of Copán, from where I and my family originate , some of these photos were taken by my mother or other relatives, the picture of my great-grandfather was taken when they began to explore the ruins ( Fragile Memories: Images of Archaeology and Community at Copan, 1891–1900. Peabody Museum, Harvard ).
Un Nuevo Comienzo
Ahora que el camello está terminado regreso a mis urnas
Después de más un mes desde mi exposición estoy empezando con nuevos trabajos, mis planes son de producir urnas y ornamentos de jardín en hierro, estoy haciendo los originales en plywood y luego veremos adonde llegamos.
Beautiful Decay
Haciendo una búsqueda en la internet me encontré con este blog: Beatiful Decay, publican contenido interesante…
El Mito y el Entendimiento
Recensión de mi exposición en la revista: Om Konst “Myten och Medvetandet” , Setiembre 2011
Art criticism in the World of Art
Review published in the art criticism section in the blog of Magdalena Dziurlikowska:
Marco Cueva, Mytologier, Gallery Charlotte Lund, 1 sep – 1 oct, 2011
Myths are sacred stories that explain the world and connect people. It is also said that stories are the stuff we are woven of. When Cueva collects twenty or so of his works under the name Mythologies, he alludes to the big questions and the deep mysteries . Who we are, where we come from and where are we heading? Cueva hands us a bunch of fantastic things on the way, more entities and amulets than sculptures, and wants us to feel them. The caress makes a trip along the undulating alabaster, wood, marble and bronze, but can also get a sting on a nail. In this way one becomes familiar with the clouds, volcanoes, the Minotaur and the genie in the lamp. Usually it is not an object but a state of mind being imaged. A feeling that is produced in the viewer with a starting point in the multilayered , semiabstract sculptures. Cuevas ways to use classic materials and give them soft shapes provide security, however against this calm contradictions are broken between material and subject. Smoked loops of stone and a frizzy hair of nail heads inject humor and surrealism into the story . The myth , the eternal story of our wonder over all that is there , and the strange , glorious act of being.