Tomás Aguilar
a crumbling hacienda in Oaxaca, Mexico
Tomás Aguilar thrives in the solitude of his forgotten park, where each sunrise launches the rhythmic dance of nature's chores. Life is scented by earthy avenues and resonant footsteps as he tends to his park's weary trails and its delicate springs, a pledge dictated by ancestral voices echoing in the creaking walls of his hacienda.
Defining Work
About
Obsession
A room drumming with too many clocks, resonating a clandestine rhythm of endings.
Voice
Whisper of leaves underfoot, constant.
Artistic Medium
Pressed foliage collages infused with autumn rains.
Technique
Bury and unearth natural pigments.
Influences
Whispers of ancestral hacienda tales, passage of migratory birds, remnants of last winter’s bounty.
Materials
Dried wildflowers, ancient mud bricks, worn ranger boots.
Scale
Enough to fill a sagging hacienda room's floor.
Selected 1 time · Last: February 27, 2026
