There are geographies that mark the flesh.

Eduard Casademont was born in Lloret de Mar in 1982, a frontier where the domestic has imposed itself on the wild, a territory of uprooted existences from which emerges a gaze that has never ceased to question the relationship of human beings with the world around them.

With a raw and instinctive visual language, Eduard moves between the dark memory of an abandoned object and the organic liveliness of a sculptural gesture in which he explores the conflict and loss of the wild.

His journey through matter has never been linear, but rather a journey through places with their own names and ancient souls. Each city, an enclave loaded with symbols; each stay, a chapter of learning in the old art of altering reality with his hands. In these three lands—European and conceptual Barcelona, ​​essential and indomitable Carrara (Italy) and historical and mystical Granada— Casademont forges his own language in an obsessive and alchemical search to make matter and craft channels of expression.

Today, from the stillness of the Catalan Pre-Coastal Mountains, where the trees whisper secrets of more than 140 characters, Eduard Casademont persists in giving voice to what grows. His art reflects today with geological times and as the shadows of the forest grow long, his pieces rise as if they were votive stones, reminders of a question:

—What role do we want to have in this world?