With his sculpture series, Utopias, Santiago Lozano reminds us that our existence falls short of having the perfect geometry and crisp surfaces we all strive to achieve. In fact, his sculptures are a blunt, yet elegant expression of the human condition. A reminder that we are all born geometric figures, seemingly smooth and impollute; until life happens. And life, as it is, merciless, jocular, has marked our souls with bumps, bruises, and scratches; remnants of the hardship we have endured, the traumas that besieged us, the symptoms that make up our habits and neuroses.
Some people have tiny scratches, which are barely noticeable. Others carry larger bumps, which are difficult to conceal. Some others wear those bruises like a badge of honour; like evidence that they are alive; that they loved and hated, cried and laughed, became apart and got reunited.
No matter how unimportant or how consequential, how sinister or how adorable, those bumps, bruises and scratches are proof that we lived; that we didn’t just pass through life. Far from making us deformed and monstrous, those bumps, bruises and scratches actually make each and every one of us unique, interesting, beautiful.
In this this sense, Santiago’s Utopia is more than a homage and a critique of the modernist dream, as he claims. It is also a statement on the meaning of life and the significance of the viscissitudes that define us.