There were only windy rocks left that when they let themselves be looked at look into the eyes.
—Juan G. Sánchez

It happened with a furious sun that seemed to take revenge for the tempestuous weather.
— Juan Carlos Onetti

To enter the garden of Andrea Monroy Palacios is to venture into the daily surprise and discover the technologies of tenderness: to unknot the mechanisms that guide the scent of flowers, to join hands to measure the weeping of the majunche, to collect the dyes that burn/embrace the pores, to measure the threads with which memory is ripped, to find the exact tension to hang to the wind the banner that signals the time of the fruit and to warm the leaves to smooth their folds.

Andrea Monroy Palacios' works branch and expand as if they knew or remembered something simple and inarticulate from a time before words and knowledge, turning her eyes to the experimentation of her own instruments and symbols that allow her to dialogue with the cycles and energies that accompany her. Each of the pieces carries with it its cries and silence, but the silence is not oblivion or emptiness, but a pause between the past rains and the storms that appear in front of her eyes. This space charged with storms that overflow from the canvases are a small reminder that "here reality is still at war with the birds."[i]

— Cristian Toj, Ciudad de Guatemala, Octubre 2022

[i] Poemas de la Zona Reina, Mario Payeras