Facundo Kostelak

It is interesting to think of art as a constant in life, not as an ephemeral and naked movement of coherence, but rather as a card to be played in everyday life and as an anchor to the impossible-possible, since I believe that logic plays a trick to those who daydream.

I call a conclave the moment in which I decide to fall hard to paint. After meeting my emotions, thoughts and old experiences in the same time and place, I manage to realize an emotional and spiritual resolution. Ironically, I use the word Conclave that is closely related to the Catholic religion; and this even allows me to be surreal to my way and from my predicate.

In my works I try to make sense of personal or foreign moments, strong or foolish, sometimes represented in an absurd composition of objects at first sight, reflecting the divine nature of living; overlooked for their daily banality, perhaps, and I challenge myself when facing their existence under unthinkable possibilities, their disintegration, their transformation, their passage from one thing to another, the evasion of their own container or predestined form; then I question myself and think: How to achieve this? How to cover up your existence with an invisible color? How to think in balance without even being still and falling on your side? How to speak of coherence if we are upside down? Should we understand or should we seek new meanings to what we believe? Do we need to keep our eyes open or perhaps open them for the first time? In each element made up of a restless, sometimes invisible morphology, I seek to answer this kind of question to myself, I stimulate the answer so that it is not so crude and abrupt, I break with the limits, I melt its name, I expand its surname and I exploit its body since, I think there is nothing that causes the same effect and with such an aesthetic degree as this, which ends up decorating my ideas with a step closer to being real.