OMAR RODRIGUEZ-SANMARTIN
Omar Rodriguez Sanmartin was born in 1984 in Barcelona and lives and works in Nice.
His practice is essentially sculptural, he works from objects, tools, already existing forms that he reworks, rethinks, reforges, both literally and figuratively. A process of chimerization takes place at the time of the workshop work, during the dissection then the assembly of these forms, which become as potentially alive implying sometimes a projection in a use, a possible animization. The degrees of intervention vary; simple contextual displacement, assemblages, deformations, casts and other interpretations are examples .
The appropriation of skills and techniques from the craft or industry produces here poetic aberrations and protean pieces halfway between the organic and the mechanical, which appear as results of metaphorical gestures in the hope of giving life to hybrid creatures…
Calliphagia, 2018Wood, copper and fish tail brushes
Processionary ladders, 2016Deformed lead prints from the mold of a 70 cm steel ladder
Nose, 2016Fired porcelain and overfired earthenware
AZIMUTH
Benoît Barbagli, Tom Barbagli, Evan Bourgeau
Camille Franch-Guerra, Omar Rodriguez Sanmartin
Florent Testa, Anne-Laure Wuillai
With the participation of
Célia Vanhoutte, energy scenography
Frédéric Blancart, exhibition curator
“Who dragged us here? I curse him!”
This phrase came up often with these variations:
“My hands are frozen!”
“I fell in a hole again!”
“This is not the right way”.
Sometimes the valley silenced the grunts, at other times it gave them a powerful echo. At 2500 m of altitude in the Mercantour mountains, the crossing from Trécolpas to the Cougourde refuge was much more difficult than we had imagined.
First of all, because the first price snowshoes in tilt don’t work, it’s always unstable, you lose your balance and you fall on the side, and then good luck to get up again.
So most of us chose not to use them, and since there was at least a meter of snow, it was frozen enough to slide but also soft enough to sink down to our crotches. With the weight of the bag at each step, it was the fear that the snow would crack, because once blocked, it would take several minutes to get out.