Son of exiled Nicaraguan poet and politician, Ernesto Marenco was surrounded from childhood by artists, painters, writers and poets, that had been exiled to Mexico from the Spanish Civil War, and countries in Central and South America.
Born in 1960, in Mexico City, Ernesto explores his interior, and finds what doesn’t exist in reality. His objects express a particular and committed manner, and a great sense of humor. “Time, poetry and the human condition — through the common object as its representative —, is the only thing I ever wanted to create,” he said. “I write with abandoned and uncommon materials and create 3-dimensional poetry.”