Edgardo de Bortoli

1969 | Lincoln, Buenos aires, Argentina

Since I was a child I felt inexplicably attracted to glass, that determined that we were always connected.

It is fragile, which forces me to be patient, measured, careful, but it can also be extremely hard. It is contradictory, it can be transparent or opaque. It is inevitably necessary to know him and that is achieved slowly, otherwise nothing can be asked for, only by deciphering his deepest secrets can he become a silent but efficient communicator.

More than once it seems that he comes to life, that he looks at me with irony when he melts at will without taking into account my attempts and planning, but the mere image of him is poetry and is integrated into my soul.