Victoria Calleja is a Chilean artist that lives and works in Brussels, Belgium. She studied painting and engraving at the University of Chile, and at the Academie Royale des Beaux-Arts and La Cambre in Brussels. Currently, she is a drawing and painting professor at the Watermael-Boitsfort Fine Arts Academy.
Victoria has participated in different SOLO and collective exhibitions and her artwork is displayed in different private collections in Belgium, Italy, USA, Germany, UK, Chile, Switzerland, Spain and the Netherlands. She has received several prizes in Belgium and Chile and has participated in numerous international fairs.
For Victoria the question of being and its environment seems to be a fundamental contemporary issue. She forces herself to translate this through transparency, opacity, translucency and optical reflections.
About her last exhibition in Brussels she commented: "In my recent painting I use a new technique; fluid painting on aluminium and I develop a very personal image of the landscape, where the place of humanity is absent; no sign of the being's presence; the link with nature arises as an opening, a new look, a new field of expression. The memories of the Chilean landscapes of my childhood, are built by this particular geography, where the immensity of the mountain and the immensity of the sea, are the two outcomes of the trip, literally and figuratively »
To put it another way: "I became Eve on the first day of the creation of the world and I saw the snow on the mountains, and I saw the water flowing in the veins of the earth, and I saw green in the spring, and I saw the rock taking root, and the stones rolling with the winds. My landscapes are the memory of that day”. Victoria Calleja.
Oil on aluminium 90 x70 cm
Acrylic and oil on aluminium 120 x 90 each
230207 Oil and acrylic on aluminum
Acrylic and oil on canvas - 30 x 40 cm, 2016 Le jour de l’enterrement de Fidel Castro, je me suis mise à regarder les médias, fascinée et détachée à la fois. Parmi les centaines d’images qui sont passées devant mes yeux, quelques-unes ont attiré mon attention, dont une avec un homme en très gros plan qui pleurait, décontenancé. Derrière lui, des militaires hommes et femmes se tenaient debout, raides devant le portrait de FC, lui aussi debout et figé, comment si sa mort était hors du temps, ce qui contrastait avec l’image du premier plan.