
Ixel Orozco
Artist Dossier
01 about me
Ixel Orozco Peregrina
Sacramento, California, U.S.A: 1973
Lives and works in Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico.
Artist and Industrial Designer, graduated from the Autonomous University of Guadalajara.
In recent years, Ixel Orozco Peregrina has focused on transforming emotion into tangible objects.
After working professionally in industrial design in factories and workshops, she shifted her
practice toward the creation of unique objects.
Using both industrial processes and handcrafted
techniques, she incorporates the traces left by time itself on fragments of life—whether a slice of
tree trunk, a discarded segment, or a stone.
Gathered or scattered, natural elements and
handmade or machine-made products become part of Ixel’s collection, where they are assembled,
transcoded, and transformed into narratives. Each object acquires a new life by creating a bond or
bridge with the viewer.
Two worlds coexist in Ixel’s daily life: the open landscape of
furrows, orchards, and roots, and the shelter of civilization. Her appreciation for native seeds and
ancestral knowledge merges with industrially manufactured products in her artistic practice, which
she calls Art-Objects.
Over the years, her path has ranged from a handmade paper workshop using plant fibers, to
hand-sewn bookbinding, to assisting in the production of a puppet performance.
She eventually
established her freelance platform, “Objetos Pluriformes” (Pluriform Objects), encompassing
technical consulting, teaching creativity to gastronomy students, and fostering connections with
sustainable plant life as well as the culture and history preserved in recipes dating back to
Indigenous times.
02 Collective projects

03 Notes on camp
56.
Camp taste is kind of love, love for human nature. It Reslishes, rather than judges, the little triumphs and awkward intensities of "character"... Camp taste identifies with what it is enjoying. people who share this sensibility are not laughin at the thing they label as a "a camp" they´re enjoy it. Camp is a tender feeling.
Susan Sontag
1964
Notes on Camp










