Gaby Oshiro Rooted in wabi-sabi, my practice moves between creation and decay, where materials reveal their truths as they fracture, fade, and transform. Torn fibers, charred marks, and voids do not decorate—they testify. Shaped by Argentina’s dictatorship and the enforced disappearance of my father, this work entwines personal history with collective memory, functioning as a quiet form of testimony. It resists erasure, holding space for what might otherwise be forgotten, an

The chair’s altered surface and delicate elevation evoke both transformation and loss, while its position in dialogue with a yellow...