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Artist: David Frias
Title: “La costurera”
Medium: Ink Block
Year: 2024
La Costurera was born from a nightmare. One day, while working in the studio with maestro Edgar Bernal, he shared a disturbing dream: a figure with multiple faces watched him in silence. It didn’t touch him, didn’t harm him, yet its presence overwhelmed him. At the end, the figure revealed its name: “La Costurera.” That image settled in me like a dark echo, and from it, this engraving emerged. The figure in the piece is marked by time—deep wrinkles, layered faces, gestures that do not seek to please. She is neither muse nor victim. She is a presence that sews from the shadows, stitching what has been torn without asking permission. But beyond her quiet labor, La Costurera represents something deeper: the multiplicity of being.
Each face is a possibility. Each wrinkle, a story. Each thread piercing the fabric is a decision. Within the framework of edenismo, this work embodies the act of weaving one’s own destiny—choosing which fragments to preserve, which versions of oneself to inhabit, which paths to leave behind. Identity is not fixed; it is a fabric in constant construction.
La Costurera does not threaten with words, but unsettles with truth. She is the mirror that does not gaze—she listens. The hand that does not caress—she repairs. She is the symbol of the invisible force that holds the world together, and of the many selves that dwell within each of us.
Artist: David Frias
Title: “La costurera”
Medium: Ink Block
Year: 2024
La Costurera was born from a nightmare. One day, while working in the studio with maestro Edgar Bernal, he shared a disturbing dream: a figure with multiple faces watched him in silence. It didn’t touch him, didn’t harm him, yet its presence overwhelmed him. At the end, the figure revealed its name: “La Costurera.” That image settled in me like a dark echo, and from it, this engraving emerged. The figure in the piece is marked by time—deep wrinkles, layered faces, gestures that do not seek to please. She is neither muse nor victim. She is a presence that sews from the shadows, stitching what has been torn without asking permission. But beyond her quiet labor, La Costurera represents something deeper: the multiplicity of being.
Each face is a possibility. Each wrinkle, a story. Each thread piercing the fabric is a decision. Within the framework of edenismo, this work embodies the act of weaving one’s own destiny—choosing which fragments to preserve, which versions of oneself to inhabit, which paths to leave behind. Identity is not fixed; it is a fabric in constant construction.
La Costurera does not threaten with words, but unsettles with truth. She is the mirror that does not gaze—she listens. The hand that does not caress—she repairs. She is the symbol of the invisible force that holds the world together, and of the many selves that dwell within each of us.