Botanists bred two roses together to yield a sturdier bloom that lasted longer and held its scent emulating the fixedness of eternity. Sofia Fanego is a scientist of the heart employing collage and blooms as her material. She synthesizes dried fleurs with female images taken on her analogue camera or found in a dig through ancient global books. Her depths are set by impulse and emotive connections as she is under the skin of nature exacting methods of gathering and muted hunting learned as a child in Argentina on her family’s farm. Flora is never a slight treasure to her, it is a textured form ready to breathe its life into her conceptual longing and structured dream narratives. Her work is all manner of fused begotten blooms, buds, and branches carefully hand constructed to compositions on paper with the delicate strength of Hera eagle eyed over Olympus. The resulting texture is a sublime amalgamation. LINNEA is her new work laboriously constructed by revolving-constant planting, growing, harvesting, hulling, and drying. She has the ambition of a zealous bloom addict that truly insists on a document of her plant to fleur specimens tethered to time in their frozen beauty. She inhales them to her core in order to marry her two dimensional female images to her tactile findings in a kind of surreal pact. In nature, Sofia sees the world within a floating petal and reflections of herself in piles of drying long headed garland fires. She stretches her own self portrait inward and in turn echoes a silent reverence as she outlines the delicate vow she has made to the earth as her medium of epiphany.

LINNEA, written for Sofia Fanego’s Art Exhibit at Ofr. Paris by Brit Parks

Eating in a field

of rarity veiled 

the unveiling discourse

of skin obeying form

Form as concentric

involvement

As a parte of the

Form of petaled

tries

Petaled confrontations

of love evolved,

reborn, reset,

re-lived re-loved

And the climber to 

your heart bone

your caged ribs 

now a field of a

fresh born mouth

of a swollen soul

to begin the 

need for the bleu

pools of her

constriction

Of nature we extinct

you, you were

actually hiding

for 65 million years

on one yellow hill

you hid from hands

we dug and dug

until you were

regret untombed

until you were dirt

unsaved

And this careful

work of pins and

delicate woeing

carried through,

out to a Mother’s 

tongue

A fragile Mothering

in her tongue

For here, we lay

them down in dream

beds of permanence

A fixation of lives 

is sucking up dry 

leaves and settling

like air on our

mind’s eye of

conservation 

turned one

These poetic texts written by Brit Parks were featured in LINNEA, an art exhibit by Sofia Fanego, at Ofr. Paris.