Speed Kills


Speed Kills is a ceramic installation born from grief and inquiry into what happens when we slow down long enough to confront the lives we have been moving too quickly through to be able to examine.

After her mother’s death, Viteri found herself suspended between profound loss and profound change. A few months leading up to her 47th birthday, Viteri set out to make 47 plates to tell her life story while attempt to make sense of it all.

Far from mere illustrations of grief, the plates became its antidote: evidence of endurance, transformation, and the possibility of becoming. The exhibit is divided into 6 distinct series, each examining a different period in Gaby’s life.

Hand-built using ordinary kitchen tools, the plates became both domestic objects and personal archives. Their raw edges, images, words, and accompanying stories hold fragments of memory, family, motherhood, love, loss, humor, identity, and inheritance.

Installed within the domestic setting of her kitchen, the work evolved beyond personal autobiography through its interaction with viewers. Visitors encountering the stories embedded in individual pieces began responding with stories of their own. The installation became a community confessional: a participatory space in which vulnerability generated vulnerability and private experience became collective exchange.

Through this exchange, Speed Kills considers storytelling as a form of material and social practice. By approaching difficult histories with honesty, humor, and irreverence, the work seeks to decentralize pain and shame, allowing them to be witnessed rather than concealed.

What began as an individual process of grief ultimately became an investigation into the capacity of art to transform private experience into collective recognition.


Like my own family, the Family plates also happened to be the most fragile of the 47. They could not even be hung and had to be placed on a table due to their frailty. I was inspired by the stories of my childhood, the ones I came coming back to while I was working with the clay. While I was curating the exhibit, I worked backwards, as I always do and decided to weave old photos to support my personal narrative. I was surprised to find that the colors and mood of the collection mirrored all of the pictures and artifacts I chose. This posed the proverbial art imitate life question. I think life is art, period.

Family Legacy


My mother was an eternal child. This is only a problem when you have five children. She was a fun, but clumsy parent. I am so happy that today I can see her with love and compassion. When I need to connect with her signature kid-like joy, I know where to look.

Birthright


The Writing Was
Always On The Wall

AKA Scenes From A Marriage.

What breaks also teaches us how to begin... again.


I have never lived anywhere cold.

My whole life has occurred South of the Border.

Chica Tropical


Geographies Of the Self

A reclamation of the self. Where past and present, home, fear, creativity, and inheritance meet.