Andrés Bazabe

Andrés Bazabe is a laborer; a person who ceaselessly plows or works a magnetic weave of zigzagging structures that, like atlases, support large surfaces made from a fragile material—common cardboard. he found it one day, not by chance, but because he had been thinking about it for a long time. his craft, carpentry, one of the most beautiful and essential trades, led him to a discipline of doing with little, of repairing what is broken, of uniting what seems separated.

It is admirable how Bazabe gathers in surprising artifacts that allude to familiar forms from the plant world, fragments of such a noble material to metamorphose plants, stems, and flowers into objects that invite touch, contemplation with a certain lust, a certain eros, with the original textures that emanate from that bee-like diligence, which lead us to possible different worlds, with a somewhat surreal aspect, but at the same time with a decorative and pleasing sensuality. anyone would gladly place one of his pieces in their home, I have no doubt. perhaps they are so beautiful that they run the risk of losing their pristine ruggedness, an aspect that the attentive artist will constantly guard, like a fire kindled with fragility, so it does not go out, for upon it depends our yearning, our very life.

Arturo Montoto Guanabacoa, February 2