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University appreciated Colorado
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Alberto Aguilar is a Chicago-based artist that uses life stuff as a pliable material to create a meaningful connection with the viewer. This could include language, everyday objects, or actual situations he finds himself in. Through their reconfiguration, subversion, and juxtaposition a new meaning reveals itself. He doesn’t distinguish his art practice from other various life roles, which provides freedom, allowing him to be more careful and present in situations. Aguilar utilizes a self-imposed framework that gives him clear direction producing a generative and prolific output. He chooses to create outside of a studio setting in order to interact with others and experience the world more fully. Through asking questions and an openness to being directed by people and his surroundings, he regularly collaborates with others. Although written in third person, the artist arranged these words you are now reading in order to have a shared moment with you. What were you doing prior to reading this bio?
He is a US Latinx Artist Fellow and a recipient of the 3Arts award. He has shown at various museums, galleries, storefronts, and street corners around the world, including: Queens Museum (NY), El Torito Supermercado (St. Louis),
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