• Gusano de Tierra - Singular Papers
  • Gusano de Tierra - Singular Papers
  • Gusano de Tierra - Singular Papers
  • Gusano de Tierra - Singular Papers
  • Gusano de Tierra - Singular Papers
  • Gusano de Tierra - Singular Papers
  • Gusano de Tierra - Singular Papers
  • Gusano de Tierra - Singular Papers
  • Gusano de Tierra - Singular Papers
  • Gusano de Tierra - Singular Papers
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Gusano de Tierra

Gusano de Tierra

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Earthworm (Gusano de Tierra) is the latest book by Manuel Hernández Ruiz, published in collaboration with the independent imprint Palm Press. The work gathers a series of paintings and textile-based drawings, composed like sequential vignettes, tracing the creation—and destruction—of a world.

Within these pages, Hernández Ruiz conjures a universe of primal forces violently unleashed: fire, prayer, walls, trees—and again, fire. The book bursts with color, and as you open it, the flames seem to leap from the page, singeing your lashes, burning your pupils, and then settling deep within you. What remains is a fragile shelter, a makeshift refuge assembled in defiance—a night camp built to hold off the demons and unspeakable creatures who rule the world in silence.

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This product is designed and sold by — Manuel Hernandez-Ruiz

Country — Greece

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About — I paint, draw and make pieces of wood or clay from time to time. Comics and fanzines are sporadic manifestations in which I express more immediate or impulsive ideas. Issues explored in paintings, drawings, cut-outs or cardboard figurines only reveal their true essence in a place outside of what was originally planned.

It's hard to do anything fully convincing, and yet every once in a while the brush mocks the first idiotic idea of certainty, declaring its independence. I am a tool of something unknown to me; the messenger of a primordial notion floating around. If there is luck, I seize it and develop something out of it, hoping one day I will be able to glimpse the messages of what is being entrusted.

I don't know if there are teachings in the everydayness of my chores. I do know there are enough sights to save the day and change realities. meanwhile I am ignorant and I draw a line.