Who really am I?
Collage serie in wich the identity is something to look for, social constructions of which we've been feed our whole life.
This is a reflexive work where everyone is invited to reply and have a feed back trough the analysis of the pieces and their messages.
Time bomb, Alexa Alvarez, 2018
Is the estetic change blinding? Until when the clock of the beauty will still be working?
Impersonal formation, Alexa Alvarez, 2018
We're social constructions but... Is there a moment where what we created we cannot believe it? When we forgot who we are, how could we be found? Unknown of the being, abstracting the reality and watching it from a point where the person is something incredible that wanders around but... those are us. Absurd, we are absurd
Lost of what we were, Alexa Alvarez, 2018
How much can someone forgot who they were? How much are we limited to be?