MARIANO BOTAS

ABOUT THE ARTIST

Mariano Botas, an artist based on the outskirts of Santiago, Chile, has provided a glimpse into his daily routine and creative space. Starting his day before sunrise, Mariano is deeply connected to his surroundings, noting the distance he travels to his workshop is the same as a flock of ducks flying overhead. His workshop, designed to accommodate his children and allow for the autumn light to filter through, serves as a sanctuary for his creative process. Along with a fondness for mate and sweets, Mariano’s natural surroundings inspire his art, which he also paints. With a keen appreciation for music, Mariano’s art is a reflection of his environment and his unique perspective as an artist.

WORK IN CONTINUOUS CONSTRUCTION

Thousands of scenes, landscapes and maps eternalize dreamily where memory does not retain, where what is stone in us disappears. Nameless lands of volatile roots, of threads that yearn to form words in search of that underlying the realm of languages. The country of color emerges for oxygen evoking ancestral sounds. Balancing with the purity of the original and the harmony of the movement that attracts the future. We can feel again the immediacy of the experience, the fleeting and constant feeling of emptiness that reminds us that nothing is forever.

No Territory: Only Refuge It is probable that the first spark that revealed the fire to Humanity occurred spontaneously, coming from some place or space between man and said energy, a touch, a first rough touch and then magical that generated a quantum leap in the evolution of the species. Thousands of years later, after that first light, men – instead of settling in the comfort and warmth that fire gave them – continue a movement that has taken them beyond the margins of the planet. For many beings, their migrations and those of their ancestors have shaped their identities, longings, longings and the art in which they project it from their ancient DNA until landing in our days. Do nomadism and creation generate an art in transit? Do you emigrate to leave, stay or return? This movement has led countless artists to rethink, rebuild, rescue and even

redeem themselves in their creative work, in adverse conditions and on strange terrain. It is precisely there where the epic of change and transformation is generated, not only human, but also artistic. It is “the man and his circumstances”, as Ortega y Gasset pointed out. It is a family group or an individual stranded in a foreign land from where they will leave to resume the suspended, the abandoned, the memory and the life that was left behind. The sense of belonging is embodied in the void, in space. It is, but not completely. You belong, but with your head elsewhere.You live, but the succession of events pushes you to return, to permanence.

“Without territory: only refuge”, by the painter Mariano Botas (Buenos Aires, Argentina, 1959) is the epic of movement, transfer, change and migration towards the beginning or towards the end, towards the evolution not only of the artist as a foreigner, but of all their environment, their ancestors and their descendants. “I have dreamed of my great-grandmother who lived a large part of her life in Kyoto, the mother of my grandfather Anselmo who was born in Castilla y León, Spain. My father was Argentine and some of my children are Chilean.Perhaps my grandchildren will become Japanese and thus return to the womb of origin”, says Botas, reflecting on the intimate moment in which he traces the cartography of that journey towards a territory in which we all live, perhaps without knowing it, floating in a timeless space. and the only one from which we only know the time of departure, but never the time of return. but of all their environment, their ancestors and their descendants. “I have dreamed of my great- grandmother who lived a large part of her life in Kyoto, the mother of my grandfather Anselmo who was born in Castilla y León, Spain. My father was Argentine and some of my children are Chilean.Perhaps my grandchildren will become Japanese and thus return to the womb of origin”, says Botas, reflecting on the intimate moment in which he traces the cartography of that journey towards a territory in which we all live, perhaps without knowing it, floating in a timeless space. and the only one from which we only know the time of departure, but never the time of return. but of all their environment, their ancestors and their descendants. “I have dreamed of my great-grandmother who lived a large part of her life in Kyoto, the mother of my grandfather Anselmo who was born in Castilla y León, Spain. My father was Argentine and some of my children are Chilean.Perhaps my grandchildren will become Japanese and thus return to the womb

of origin”, says Botas, reflecting on the intimate moment in which he traces the cartography of that journey towards a territory in which we all live, perhaps without knowing it, floating in a timeless space. and the only one from which we only know the time of departure, but never the time of return. the mother of my grandfather Anselmo who was born in Castilla y León, Spain. My father was Argentine and some of my children are Chilean.Perhaps my grandchildren will become Japanese and thus return to the womb of origin”, says Botas, reflecting on the intimate moment in which he traces the cartography of that journey towards a territory in which we all live, perhaps without knowing it, floating in a timeless space. and the only one from which we only know the time of departure, but never the time of return. the mother of my grandfather Anselmo who was born in Castilla y León, Spain. My father was Argentine and some of my children are Chilean. Perhaps my grandchildren will become Japanese and thus return to the womb of origin”, says Botas, reflecting on the intimate moment in which he traces the cartography of that journey towards a territory in which we all live, perhaps without knowing it, floating in a timeless space. and the only one from which we only know the time of departure, but never the time of return.”

Esteban Salinero