In Escribir un libro, poner un huevo (Writing a Book, Laying an Egg), a group of objects unfolds that at first glance appear purely functional or decorative. But the sculptures invite a broader reflection on the kinds of labor involved in creative acts.

Laying an egg, like writing a book, is a physical action that depends on specific conditions. In contrast to heroic narratives of exceptional creation, these pieces suggest a different sense of time — that of a body doing something just because. The repeated focus on the egg isn’t just humorous; it’s a concrete form that hovers between the trivial and the irreplaceable.

Against the art world’s obsession with genius, the exhibition offers a different rhythm — one sustained by habit, repetition, and doing. The title draws a simple comparison between two acts that, while distinct, share a common thread: the exhaustion of constant production, the absurdity of deadlines, and the pressure to always have something to show.