Standing behind a bouquet of crimson red roses, Enrique Martínez Celaya waits to address a host of guests.  Their echoes carry from the exterior which too is lined with smaller arrangements of roses in round vases and illuminated by candlelight and spills into the gallery, creating a gentle roar.  Standing shoulder to shoulder, the UTA […]

  Four years have passed since visiting Enrique Martínez Celaya at his Los Angeles studio.  Returning to the immaculate compound assuages my mind, knowing that despite the cataclysmic changes that have dictated the recent circumstances of my world, the studio remains free of the impurities of an otherwise unpredictable landscape overrun by chaos and disorder. […]

My mother, she slew me, My father, he ate me, My sister, Marlene, Gathered my bones, Tied them in silk, For the juniper tree. Tweet, tweet, what a fine bird am I! – The Brothers Grimm, The Juniper Tree  There is no true way to measure the time Enrique Martínez Celaya spent studying and working tirelessly on The Sigh. […]

Nestled inside an industrial complex off a beaten path in Culver City, adjacent to lush sprawling grills hills of a cemetery lined with flowers from visiting loved ones, lies a sanctuary of artistic solace.  A modest black plaque rests on the exterior brick wall with a crest bearing the profile of a whale rising above […]