{"id":75,"date":"2025-02-06T19:55:52","date_gmt":"2025-02-06T19:55:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/luisaleao.com\/?page_id=75"},"modified":"2025-12-16T16:51:20","modified_gmt":"2025-12-16T16:51:20","slug":"colagem-textil","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/luisaleao.com\/en\/colagem-textil\/","title":{"rendered":"Textile collage"},"content":{"rendered":"
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June - October, 2025<\/span><\/p>

Textile collage of found scraps on fabric and cotton thread<\/span><\/p>

30 x 40 x 3 cm<\/span><\/p>

Found scraps \u2014 remnants of a house, of a time, of a coexistence \u2014 are organized from a background that already carried three voids. The gesture was one of listening, of acceptance. Not creating the hole, just filling it. The number three appears as spiritual balance, as if the divine were not an image, but a structure. Body, spirit, and matter. Presence, absence, and what vibrates between them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

The puffed-up forms emerge as presences within the absences \u2014 volumes that do not occupy the void, but inhabit it. They are silent bodies, almost organs, almost internal landscapes. The work deals with what is missing, but refuses to treat it as loss. The hole is not a flaw: it is a space for events.<\/span><\/p>

In Tr\u00eas, there is a recurring desire to sew together what has been separated, to give shape to the invisible, to care for the voids without closing them completely. The work is constructed on this delicate boundary between what is found and what is revealed.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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2025, February<\/span><\/p>

Textile collage on crochet, felting, cotton thread, embroidery on raw cotton cloth and poem\nMeasures<\/span><\/p>

55,4 x 59,8 cm<\/span><\/p>

At once intimate and documentary, the piece is a textile collage with four planes that intertwine history and utopia based on the certainty that <\/span>the future has to be ancestral<\/span><\/i>The crochet evokes material and symbolic sustenance, while the felt with branches and a pocket suggests the act of caring and guarding, traditionally associated with the feminine and textile techniques that subvert patriarchal narratives of domination. The fragments of felt (re)sewn go back to the ancestry of manual creation, celebrating the <\/span>know-how<\/span><\/i> that spans generations and has sustained humanity since time immemorial. Finally, the embroidered poem speaks of a utopia: making love inherent, silently pulsating in everyone like a universal force. A piece that is both document and dream - a textile manifesto of connection, care and hope.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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2025, January<\/span><\/p>

Textile collage on raw cotton cloth, reuse of scraps and natural dyeing<\/span><\/p>

59,5 x 26,5 cm<\/span><\/p>

Isn't the greatest mourning the constant becoming? Isn't life a constant tearing and mending? The conception of the piece went through internal mourning in order to celebrate the eternal cycle of <\/span>vida-muerte-vida<\/span><\/i>The contrast of textures between jute, hand-spun yarns, fabric scraps, stained or naturally dyed scraps, rustic wool and even an old pair of mother's pants are interwoven to mend what has been torn. On the reverse side of the lines, scraps find new meanings: to sew together each fragment of the afterlife is to be reborn. As a prominent and focal element, a fertile and gestational place affirms that rebirth is constant. Mending is not linear - threads break when sewing the reverse side.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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