I was just about to start writing a story about this guy, when he called me dressed like gorilla and asked: â€œwill you feed me with bananas?â€ Pelucas has this childish fluffy humour, that reminds others that they are taking life too serious. He speaks through his artworks, through jokes and even clothes he is wearing. Never laughing about others, always together with them.
First time I met Pelucas he was from Bolivia. The second time I figured out that he lives in small colonial town Valladolid one hour from the residence. In our third meeting he announced â€“ he is from Spain and has a twin brother: â€œHe is even â€˜more of an artistâ€™ than me!â€ And all this joking around brought understanding, how actually unimportant peopleâ€™s backgrounds are. Everything that really matters is his presence right here and now. Desire to create and share it with others, whatever you come from and are going to.
Pelucas stopped in the residence for a month or two. He just finished his first big wall inside of the residence and now is making art from plastic garbage he founds in the beach. He works with a reconstruction fan and melts together different pieces in different forms. Pelucas says that he doesnâ€™t understand women, but his â€œtoothbrush melted into a braceletâ€ as a gift to girls proves opposite. There is a lot imagination he shares daily, but there is one thing we can agree with him for sure â€“ his most passionate fans are kids. Children of all ages. Smaller ones want to play with his imagination creatures. The grownups amazed by his playful personality, take his art home as a reminder to let our inner child play. If they donâ€™t, they better check their pulse because they’re dead. Dead and boring.