
habitar el cuerpo
may - june 2025
In one of our first conversations, Juliana Sorondo remarked that the works gathered in this exhibition—despite their formal and material diversity—seemed to conjure a shared idea: the body as a habitable space, formally delimited, a repository of individual memory, and ultimately something that can be loved, hated, or transformed by us, its legitimate inhabitants. Indeed, many of the reflections offered by the four artists in this show about their own practice align, to greater or lesser degrees, with this perspective. However, convinced that my role here should be neither neutral nor passive, I will take the liberty of questioning both the idea and the preliminary title of this exhibition—To Inhabit the Body—of adding a mark of doubt to its phrasing and turning the certainty of its statement into a question. I will thus abandon the usual caution of a wall text in favor of a far more meddlesome stance. To inhabit the body? To what extent is the notion of dwelling an adequate approach today, a misleading figure, or an inevitable experience of corporeality?
The metaphors we use to describe the world can be as enlightening as they are dangerous. Their success or failure has always depended on the interplay of various social, philosophical, and scientific factors, as well as on the presence—or absence—of shared cultural imaginaries. In this sense, metaphors not only reveal our historical position and the state of our beliefs, but they can also perpetuate biases, epistemic blind spots, and contradictions. I'm sure, for instance, that almost none of the artists brought together here—nor most readers of this text—would accept a dualistic worldview, which they would likely also deem outdated or even regressive. And yet, does not the very understanding of the body as a dwelling place echo a certain Cartesianism? Isn't the very idea of architecture a res extensa—a thing extended—designed to contain something other and, above all, separable from itself?
In reality, given the neo-materialist climate in which contemporary art is currently unfolding, it’s likely that both these artists and their audience would feel more at ease defending a Spinozist perspective, one in which there is no room for dualism, only modalities of a single materiality. In this view, the mind is simply a part of the body: specifically, the awareness, sensibility, or idea of a body always entangled, capable of affecting and being affected by others. We might still refer to the body as a place—this time, an embodied one—but the terminological problem raised by the metaphor would persist. As is well known, the words inhabit and habit (both in the sense of learned behavior and of clothing) stem from the Latin verb habere, which means to have. Thus, to inhabit the body leads us once again to a kind of separability—precisely, to the idea of possession, if not directly to commodification—implying that the body is something external that we have, rather than what we are. I suspect Spinoza would strongly object to this turn of events—as, indeed, would much of the premodern Western tradition to which we are equally heirs.¹
The question that interests me—and which is always embedded in artistic practices—is how we come to conceive of ourselves and our bodies within a specific social context that, to some extent, shapes us. I wonder, ultimately, what drives our metaphors and why they persist, even when they contradict our stated beliefs. If the ghosts of Cartesianism and neoliberalism surface through the innocent (and poetic) idea of inhabiting the body, perhaps we should ask what conditions are allowing such manifestations.
Around 1930, Gabriel Marcel wrote about the alienating effect of the modern tendency to turn being into having, to instrumentalize and objectify everything—including the body and human relationships.² The philosopher observed that the experience of having a body, also shaped by language, becomes evident when we exercise control over it, evaluate it based on its appearance or utility, or treat it as if it were at our disposal. The portrait of our era resembles what Marcel described, albeit worsened in many ways. Never before has the body been manipulable to the extent it is now, and never before has there been such a deep disassociation between the person and what sustains them. Biotechnology, genetic engineering, plastic surgery, organ transplants, migration, nomadism, precarity, networks, and the digital world are just some of the forces that reinforce a seemingly outdated dualism. All of these separate us from the body with the same intensity that they compel us to reclaim it. It is within this irresolvable tension—both conceptual and experiential—that the idea of inhabiting the (fugitive) body—of (re)claiming it or entrusting it with the protection of our fragile self—perhaps takes on its paradoxical meaning. I believe this condition, far from being temporary, constitutes the very atmosphere that has long enveloped us. For this reason, we would do well to examine our metaphors and beliefs, for we may, unwittingly, be slipping down a path as inevitable as it is risky and contradictory.
I would say it is precisely this disjunctive and conciliatory force between identity and the body that quietly nourishes the work of the four artists in this exhibition. It is important to note, moreover, that none of them speaks of the body in the abstract, but rather of particular bodies—their own or those of others—but always of signified bodies, in the Thomist sense of the term. As if, amid all these oscillations, the only space left were that of unraveling the mystery of the lived body.
I think, for instance, of the image of the ancient "moving stone" of Tandil that has long fascinated Angyvir Padilla (Caracas, 1987), and which is always displayed alongside the performance From There, to Here and from Other Places(2021). The image shows the miracle of uncertain balance—the fortunate coincidence of swaying without falling. How can one sustain oneself in displacement, in forgetfulness, or in upheaval? Surely through a compensatory, involuntary, almost supernatural movement. I am shaken—and I use the word deliberately—watching Padilla’s small body traverse the enormous metallic hopscotches and raise them to the sky. I am shaken not so much by the symbolism of the action as by the sensory, visual, and sonic dimension of the trembling. A body that trembles is always a body acting uncontrollably, thus resisting instability, fear, or loss.³ However violent it may seem, trembling paradoxically allows for collapse to be compensated. It is in critical moments that the body comes to our aid to prevent the complete destruction of our identity and, at the same time, to remind us—somatically—that there are still things beyond our control.
Balance dynamics also run through the photographs of Daniel Santolo (Caracas, 1994). Throughout his work, there is a tendency to place natural elements in impossible states of flotation, displacement, and weightlessness. One of his statements stands out to me: "The body is the only thing the immigrant possesses." I understand what he means, though I would phrase it differently: the body is the only certainty of the immigrant. Not coincidentally, in The Body as Space and Territory (2019), Santolo plays with bodily objectification and confusion. Exploiting the tonal similarity between skin colors and using corporeality as material or tool, the artist merges—until they are indistinguishable—fragments of his own body with those of a female, anonymized body. This lack of differentiation outlines a mountainous terrain, genderless, from which stone-like elements emerge that swap roles with the flesh. The inert assimilates the living, the subject the object. This is no minor gesture. Formal or functional confusion is often the visual translation of uncertainty. Faced with these images, I cannot help but think of the ambivalences of precarity and displacement: how rootlessness often disguises itself as freedom, homogenization as belonging, and bodily instrumentalization as empowerment and adaptation.
The dialogue between subject and object is also present, though in a different way, in the work of Hodei Herreros (Vitoria-Gasteiz / Granada, 1997). Here we encounter a series of pieces that could be interpreted as the artist’s objectual alter ego. A silver-plated cup stands at lip level; a corset pattern reproduces her bust and her preference for strapless necklines; a wooden skirt mimics her body measurements. Furthermore, all these metonymies of femininity are made up using the techniques she applies to her own skin. Herreros always moves in the fold of an embellished surface that replicates itself infinitely. The body as garment, ornament as figure. I would say the unspoken meaning of these pieces is, in fact, a reflection on the concept of kanon, understood simultaneously as rule and model—a tool for measurement, a set of norms, and a paradigm to emulate. I wonder, in front of this double, schematic body: who sculpts whom? Who is the model, who the pattern? Who receives the form and who imposes it? Artist and embodied object endlessly swap roles, making it impossible to pinpoint who comes first. Nor is it clear whether we are dealing with rules of beauty or the beauty of rules; with aesthetic generality or the aesthetics of gender. What’s interesting—and even provocative—is that the body conceived by Herreros does not escape regulation or standardization. Rather, it proudly displays its normativity, narrowing the gap between identity and canonical appearance.
Moving in the opposite direction, Manuela Benaim (Caracas, 1996) understands the body as a perishable membrane that traces the boundary between the temporal and the eternal. Her sculptural work seems dedicated to exploring the possibilities of epidermal separation. Through molds of real bodies and SPFX techniques, the artist plays with surreal exchanges of surfaces, replacing fabrics, mirrors, or canvases with fleshy silicone. What interests me especially is the evidentiary nature of her works—not only because they have been in direct contact with the model’s skin, but because they freeze and reconstruct its appearance at a specific moment in time. This gesture echoes ancient theories of relics and resurrection,⁴ myths of skin shedding as form-changing, but also the contemporary logic of transplantation and the transhumanist conception of the body as a replaceable shell. It’s no coincidence that Benaim presents a piece that feels almost like a tribute to the fragmentology of corpuses and bodies, bringing us back to the modern idea of the body as a set of separable, manipulable parts, of which Mary Shelley's Frankenstein is the paradigmatic case. Suspended from the ceiling, a community of transferred and framed bodily fragments emerges, each sized to fit the frame (rather than the other way around). Straddling painting and sculpture, these membra disjecta reflect, among other things, the contemporary atomization of the subject, plunging us into the epistemic, ethical, and aesthetic dilemma of whether or not to recompose the lost unity.
¹ The complexity of history, particularly Western history, prevents us from asserting that there has ever been a single definition of the body, just as there has never been a purely dualistic and/or essentialist view of it. In fact, this history is full of internal dialectics, discontinuities, and highly sophisticated ways of understanding bodily issues. Like it or not, it is precisely because we are heirs to this rich and turbulent tradition—irreducible to the short period of modernity—that we remain entangled in these matters. See Caroline Walker Bynum’s 1995 article: Why All the Fuss about the Body? A Medievalist’s Perspective, in Critical Inquiry 22 (1):1–33.
² I refer here to the texts published in the book Being and Having (1995).
³ I write this thinking of Jacques Derrida’s 2009 article: How Not to Tremble?, in Acta Poética, 30(2), 19–34.
⁴ Remember, for instance, that for Thomas Aquinas the body would be fully restored at resurrection, retaining all its characteristics from life. Likewise, Benaim’s skins show all the specificity of the bodies they represent.
Text by Belén Zahera
By Hodei Herreros
Makeup is the most radical form of self-portraiture. In contrast to a pictorial tradition centered on representation, cosmetics allow for a presentation of the body itself through painting. This practice blurs the classic one-way relationship between subject/artist and object/depicted a subject and an object that have always carried an indelible gendered mark.
In Western culture, makeup remains a predominantly feminine practice. Just like the skirt in the "woman" icon on a public restroom sign, painted lips or long eyelashes are often used to distinguish a schematic female figure from a male one. It seems as though cosmetics and clothing were part of women's anatomy — like an extra limb. In fact, they symbolically represent the female body through metonymy, in contrast to the male body, which is perceived as neutral and anatomically “natural.” A body-object and a body-subject.
But what happens when the objects gain autonomy and stop depending on a subject?
Perhaps I’ve always been more interested in sculpture than in painting because, as a woman and as an LGBTQ+ person, I am drawn to objects that build themselves. Still, the act of painting wooden panels, clothing patterns, or everyday objects like wine glasses with makeup — in the same way I apply it to myself — feels almost like a gesture of resistance. A dissolution of the relationship between the portrayed object and the portraying subject through plasticity. Because, at its core, every object is a feminized subject.
To treat objects the way we treat our bodies, to share with them the same beauty rituals, creates a new kind of closeness between us. A beginning of becoming a subject. An object that has abandoned representation in order to present itself as a body.
The Body as a space and Territory
By Daniel Santolo.
Since 2019, this project has explored the body as a space to be inhabited, a territory that defines individuality and marks the boundary between reality and others.
The proposal suggests that the body is the only element the immigrant truly possesses. In the process of moving into a new reality, culture, and place, a crisis of identity and individuality emerges. The journey thus becomes an inevitable exploration— a search to find balance within a new context and to reconnect with an intimate, rediscovered space.
This process is presented through three spaces: Intimacy, Core, and Shelter.
The basic needs for survival (such as nourishment, protection from the climate, and rest) take on new meanings upon arrival in an unfamiliar place. For the immigrant, these everyday actions (eating, adjusting to the seasons, sleeping under a new roof) become acts of recognition and care for the body, from a place of intimacy, as if it were the only land truly owned.
During the adaptation process, the body becomes the core, the grounding point for connecting with reality. It tries to open itself to its surroundings amid the uncertainty of the new (represented by the black background). It is an attempt to sow new seeds in its own soil.
The body is also a shelter for life itself — a territory that constantly transforms, yet always remains familiar. A space that seeks to create balance in the face of a new reality.
La piedra movediza de Tandil (The moving stone of Tandil)
b/w poster, A0 print, 2017
Angyvir Padilla (Caracas, 1987) lives and works in Brussels. In her practice, she invites us to take a closer look at the places we inhabit. By examining how we embody memory, she proposes that, in the journey between immanence and transcendence, the traces of our past seep into a persistent present. The environments Angyvir creates alter our perception of reality. As our presence enters into the dialogue, the sense of otherness we encounter reveals the essence of her work.
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Angyvir explores a territory that she discovers with her body, thus making it her own. She moves tentatively towards its heart, a space that is intangible and uninhabited, defining it with her hands and with the only material she can interact with: blocks of clay. This place that seemed saturated with absence comes to life in the dialogue between the material and her body, allowing those objects that represent an idea of home to flourish. There are infinite possibilities to the substance of the clay when in contact with the body’s heat. Angyvir’s footsteps and her handling of the material reveals the impermanence of its form and allows the objects to take on their own life. They evolve in their form and function until finally, exhausted, they return to their origin, which is Angyvir, her body, her essence.
Here hopscotch is called the ‘little airplane’. In Caracas, as far as I can remember, the mystical or vertical variant of the game, which has the sky as its goal, is never played. Those of us who experienced Julio Cortázar’s Hopscotch, adopted the word to designate the game as well as the poetic and cosmogonic vision that pursues an ever-elusive sky. The Tandil stone, nowadays replaced by a replica, originally stood in a precarious balancing act until 1912 in the Argentinean town of the same name. This 300-ton rock became a natural installation thanks to a “divine intervention”, descending in two moves, from the collapse that created it to the crash that finally destroyed it. It bridged the gap between heaven and earth, allowing the human and the divine to recognise each other through their instinct of play. With her performance, Angyvir conceives an unusual atmosphere in which floorbound elements are lifted from the ground. She delves into each of the ‘planes’, jumping from one side to the other, getting lost in her psyche, letting herself be carried away by the inevitable displacement provoked by the game and engaging with her own estrangement. In this way, there is a rupture with the linearity of the journey; she goes from there, to here and elsewhere.
Mónica Echegarreta
Pedro Marrero
El origen del ombligo
By Manuela Benaim,
There is a root we all share, buried not in land, but in skin. It is both a scar and a thread, severed yet enduring. I return to this place not for answers, but to remember where we all began, unraveling the invisible cord between singularity and sameness, between the self and the ancestral whole.
Each navel is a punctuation mark in a sentence that started long before birth.
I create life casts in silicone, a material that captures the body's intimate terrain. These are not replicas, but tributes—devotional renderings of those who offered their forms. In every freckle and fold, in every hair, there is a meditation on individuality and the shared vulnerability of being human. The multiplicity of experience embedded in each form reminds us that to be human is to be both singular and plural.
At the center of this genealogical tree of strangers stands Lucy, Eve—our shared ancestral grandmother. Her body is laced with copper veins, rendering her receptive to the presence of her descendants. She responds to their nearness, glowing with the electromagnetic field they carry—an invisible inheritance, a force without a single name. Scientists call it energy, spiritual traditions call it the soul or spirit. Whatever we name it, it is her legacy, alive within each of us. And it is this very essence that lights her up.
What if the scar that marks our first loss is also the sign of our deepest belonging? A wound whose only purpose is to remind us that we were once tethered to a vast umbilical tapestry—one that stretches not just from womb to belly, but across time, bodies, and generations.
Para Maria Clara, Leonor, Ana y Ana Gabriela.
Credits: Resin Heart: Camila Simsiroglu
Technologist, programmer and coder: Nathan Marcus.




























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