His latest piece, "The Distance Between a Sigh and a Screen" (currently on view at Galería Ruth Benzacar), is a perfect introduction to his obsession. It is a single, massive sheet of handmade Japanese paper, suspended two inches from the gallery wall. Behind it, hidden from view, is a grid of ultrasonic humidifiers. Over the course of the exhibition, the paper absorbs the mist, sags, buckles, and begins to tear. By the final day, the paper lies in a wet pulp on the floor, leaving only a faint, ghostly watermark on the white wall.
In a sun-drenched but crumbling warehouse in the Villa Crespo neighborhood of Buenos Aires, there is no heat. Yet, the man standing in the center of the room, wearing a thick wool coat and fingerless gloves, is trying to melt ice. rodrigo arce
Rodrigo Arce (b. 1982, La Plata) does not look like a disruptor. With his quiet demeanor and the precise, slow movements of a watchmaker, he appears more like a librarian of lost things. But over the last decade, Arce has quietly become one of South America’s most compelling voices in post-conceptual art, a poet of entropy who works not with paint or marble, but with humidity, shadow, and the anxious geometry of the modern city. His latest piece, "The Distance Between a Sigh
As the internet churned, the walls vibrated. Slowly, over two months, the dust of the Renaissance fell to the floor. The past was literally shaken apart by the hum of the present. Over the course of the exhibition, the paper
"The internet tells us it is weightless," Arce argues. "But data has mass. Data has heat. Data destroys architecture just as surely as a flood." Today, Arce lives between a small studio in Berlin’s Wedding district and a converted grain silo outside La Plata. He refuses to own a smartphone. His assistant prints out emails and hands them to him on paper. When I ask him about the contradiction—making art about digital residue while avoiding screens—he laughs, a rare, dry sound.
This interest in the residue of the human is deeply political. Arce grew up during Argentina’s devastating 2001 economic collapse, an event that shattered the middle class and erased the value of currency overnight. His father, a civil engineer, lost everything. The young Arce watched as the family home—a solid structure of brick and mortar—became a prison of debt.