Arce — Rodrigo
Critic Helena Marks of Artforum called the series "a terrifying meditation on the fallacy of modernity," noting that Arce "stitches a scream into a pillow." Arce’s materials are his manifesto. He refuses permanence. In "Archive of the Second Before Sleep" (2021), he covered the floor of the Museo de Arte Moderno de Bogotá with 10,000 sheets of thermal receipt paper. Each sheet was blank. As visitors walked across the installation, their body heat turned the thermal paper black, recording the ghost paths of their footsteps. Within three days, the entire floor was solid black—an abstract expressionist painting created by total absence.
"When we live in a city, we pretend the ground is stable," Arce explains, sipping over-brewed mate tea. "But the earth doesn't care about our sidewalks. I am trying to make the invisible violence of infrastructure visible."
This interest in the residue of the human is deeply political. Arce grew up during Argentina’s devastating 2001 economic collapse, an event that shattered the middle class and erased the value of currency overnight. His father, a civil engineer, lost everything. The young Arce watched as the family home—a solid structure of brick and mortar—became a prison of debt. rodrigo arce
His latest piece, "The Distance Between a Sigh and a Screen" (currently on view at Galería Ruth Benzacar), is a perfect introduction to his obsession. It is a single, massive sheet of handmade Japanese paper, suspended two inches from the gallery wall. Behind it, hidden from view, is a grid of ultrasonic humidifiers. Over the course of the exhibition, the paper absorbs the mist, sags, buckles, and begins to tear. By the final day, the paper lies in a wet pulp on the floor, leaving only a faint, ghostly watermark on the white wall.
He did not photograph the cracks. Instead, he returned to the studio and wove them. Using black cotton thread on white linen, Arce created massive topographies of anxiety. At a distance, they look like minimalist grids; up close, they vibrate with the organic terror of a pending earthquake. Critic Helena Marks of Artforum called the series
In a sun-drenched but crumbling warehouse in the Villa Crespo neighborhood of Buenos Aires, there is no heat. Yet, the man standing in the center of the room, wearing a thick wool coat and fingerless gloves, is trying to melt ice.
And gravity, as Arce knows, always wins in the end. Each sheet was blank
He is currently at work on a new project, tentatively titled "The Audience of Dust." For one year, he will not make any objects at all. Instead, he will visit a different museum each week and measure the thickness of dust on the frames of the most famous paintings in the collection. At the end of the year, he will publish a ledger: "Rembrandt: 0.04mm of neglect. Rothko: 0.12mm of awe. Monet: 0.00mm (cleaned by intern, August 14)."