ARTIST STATEMENT

I create as a way of entering perception, beyond language, into sensation, movement, and direct experience. For me, art is not something I make; it is something I enter: a space of play, of freedom, of the unknown.

Since I was a child, I have been drawn to observing and embodying what I see and feel: light, sound, gestures, moments. I would recreate them, become them, live inside them. When the outside world felt confusing or limiting, I turned inward. That inner space became my language, abstract, fluid, and open.

In my work, I allow forms to reveal themselves through an impulse, a line, an accident. When something begins to happen, I don’t control it; I follow it. I access a place where the body leads and the mind softens. In that moment, meaning appears, and I am listening.

Creativity, for me, is a necessity: a way of breathing, of understanding, of being. My work is a mirror of how I perceive the world: layered, intuitive, constantly shifting. Like a dream you are inside of, where everything is alive and unfolding at once.

I am not trying to define what I see. I am allowing it to exist.

The dream state has long been a central part of my life. As a child, Pedro Calderón de la Barca’s “La vida es sueño” caught my attention, stayed with me, and felt deeply close. I related to it without fully understanding why, yet a part of me knew.

That is how I feel when I am painting, entering a space that knows, even when the mind doesn’t understand, like dreams that make complete sense in the moment and dissolve into wordless fragments once I wake. The information remains awake within, clear, with no need for words.

In that space, creator and spectator meet. The viewer grasps and dissolves into their own experience, becoming part of the story, relating to it, or revealing it.

On La vida es sueño

Pedro Calderón de la Barca, La vida es sueño
English translation by Denis Florence MacCarthy

What is life? A gesture before it is named. In “La vida es sueño”, Pedro Calderón de la Barca speaks of illusion, a shadow, a fiction.I enter that space with my eyes closed.
There, the hand no longer obeys the mind.It listens.

Lines emerge as breath, as movement, as something remembered by the body before it is understood. Each mark is not an image, but a passage between control and surrender, between silence and form, between what I feel and what I cannot yet say. If life is a dream, then I paint from within it.

In the space between lines and gestures, there is silence, and in that silence, creation becomes a dialogue with stillness, a place where meaning is not constructed, but revealed.

Claudia Concha

“Your Vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”       – Carl Jung