I lived in a hill in Caracas from my birth until I migrated, the doubts and reflections that have arisen about my domestic space have transmuted thanks to the change of environment that came by force when I moved to another country, now I find myself in a limbo between the two spaces, my first home, where I maintain a strong sense of belonging, and a new one, unknown space, in which I try to fit in. The plastic process has evolved and matured together with the diaspora, the transfer begins to be a catalyst of old images.
On my current path, I use questions and answers to raise new flags in foreign land that have become my habitat, trying to relate the drastic change that the trip entails and the effects it brings to the body. Does the first space cease to be present? How does the transfer affect the nostalgia of the migrant body? Because of these questions, I begin to look for escape routes that allow me to get out of reality, generating legends with numbers and key words that give possible answers, for a personal understanding of the space and its content. Through intervention in public spaces, assemblage and drawings, among other tools, I continue to develop my work. – Wiki Pirela