Sculptor Alejandro Arce

Visual artist.
Born in 1965, in Bariloche, Argentina.
Lives and works in the city of Buenos Aires.

Makes sand sculptures in various locations throughout the country: Mar del Plata, La Lucila, San Bernardo, and also indoors, in places such as The Rural Convention Center (2011 Buenos Aires Tourism Fair), Comodoro Rivadavia Exponiño 2012, Whale watching opening at Puerto Pirámides. In the Andes Mountains (Bariloche), a sculpture made out of volcanic sand, National Crafts Festival, Uruguay Beer Festival, International Sand Sculpture Contest in Uruguay, International Biennial of Sculpture in Resistencia, Chaco and in various symposiums and contests.

Produces short animated films (stop motion) with modeling clay, paper and other materials for Pakapaka channel among others.

Investigates, experiments and develops visual projects and interactive artistic works.

Gave numerous courses and workshops, including “Photograph and contemplation- IUNA”, “Creative expression – IUNA”, “Billboards (posters) workshop” and “Graphic Design in the Classroom”

Exhibited works in various places, such as: Recoleta Cultural Center, Eduardo Sívori Fine Arts Museum, International Triennial of Graphics Arts, Btiola, Republic of Macedonia.

Awarded works in: “Mercosur Biennial of Visual Arts”, “International Poster Biennial, Warsaw” and “1st Patagonian Youth Art ‘93”.

ASome of his works have been declared of Cultural Interest by the Bariloche City Council and by the Province of Río Negro Legislature.

Work: “Sand memories”
Alejandro Arce’s sculptures arise from the meticulous details of a remarkable realism.

Colossal things, beyond its grandeur, will be ephemeral, will not last for ever, and eventually, will be mingled with the wind or with the breeze.

Characters, objects and animals move away leaving the block (mount, mountain) but keeping its nostalgia intact. For that reason, they go back to the block, or the emptiness, or the beach. Every place and its geography allow creation, but it sets its own rules, with its own borders, textures, generous or mean.

None is similar to another. For that reason, it starts and restarts the fight between the artist and the materials, so a world may arise, a crowded or solitary world, a weird scene that recovers a lost world.

A chiseled world but without a chisel. Wet shaping in which a worrying eye is seen, a hardened hand, a number of books mysteriously closed and piled, a torrid clock or kind and silent characters. With the majesty of the ephemeral, with its complexity, with its paradoxical insistence in the memories or in its own records.