Anabel Ruiz

Anabel Ruiz


Born in Cuba/Lives and Works in Miami

Aida on Silver, 2016

Size: 30” x 24”

Medium: Collage on Canvas



  • Aida on Silver

    This piece is very close to my heart. As I began the creative process, the figure that was brought forth through colors and shapes reminded me of my aunt, Aida.

    As I ran my fingers through the magazines I came across a silver thimble, and my aunt happens to collect them, so at that point there was no doubt in my mind I should name it after her. The silver background contrasts with the delicacy of the feminine traits and the elegance of her black top garment.


  • Artist Statement

    If I were to describe what I do from the surface, from a practical perspective, I’d recur to the words we find in the definition of collage: cutting, layering, pasting. These are gestures, descriptions of the process. But to me, collage is much more than that. It’s a personal choice in art medium that reveals who I am today and the personal history that has brought me to the present time.

    It is said that resistance to being dominated was a key factor in driving the evolutionary emergence of human consciousness, language, kinship and social organization, and I am a firm believer of this truth… I have lived this truth. This belief permeates what I do as an artist and it’s at the core of my evolution as such.

    Collage allows me to gather and organize disparate elements found in magazines, books or other printed media, to present a unified work of art. It’s a lot like life, that presents us with fresh and new possibilities every single day, while it’s our job to choose and perform, while these components work together to make it ours, our life, and thus be co-creators in this already created universe.

    Every day, without them knowing it, I choose to work with the greatest publishers, the most superb designers, the most diverse models… an infinite world of pleasure where I submerge myself through collage.

    Although two-dimensional, don’t fool yourself… these collages aren’t silent. They are immensely vocal, for they express my personal freedom.