Kintsugi Art Installation Painting each portrait, looking at pictures very closely and rebuilding each glance, smile, gesture that it was vanished with time. After forty years, I became the portraits. Taking as a protagonist the Buddhist precept "Niuga, ganiu". "I enter, enter myself". Putting some parts of myself after reading Andrés Asato's book "No Sabían que Eramos Semillas" written about the seventeen Japanese-Argentinean "desaparecidos/disappeared" in Argentina during the 70's dictatorship that killed thirty thousand of its citizens. I also had the chance to talk directly with the relatives of many of the "desaparecidos *Nikkei"for more insights and anecdotes. With each brush stroke, I was trying to let go some of that emptiness that flooded the lives of the families touched by the tragedy of having a "disappeared" person. I took the responsibility to make my father and the other sixteen, to become real...
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Each one of the subjects of the paintings left me with something. I had to read each one of their stories on Asato's book "No Sabían que Somos Semillas". The picture above belongs to the rugby team "San Luis Club" where Ricardo Dakuyaku was playing as a scrum. They made it to first division and got to tour around Europe in 1975. Each time someone would tackle Dakuyaku, he would get up smiling. He didn't want his adversaries to know that he was hurting. He also didn't quit trying to play rugby just because they would tell him to quit. He was the shortest rugby player at the time. After I read their chapters, I don't cry for them because their lives were sad, yes, they had a tragic ending, but while they were alive they had a lot to offer to the world. Lots of people loved them. But I cry sometimes because all the potential that we lost when the dictatorship killed them.
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