Time and art as cycles

 

It’s been a while since I updated this blog. Many crazy things happened to me during this time and, in general, the person who wrote the previous post is someone different from the person who writes today.

At this moment I am still in a steep learning curve. I have identified that the main lesson now is to develop my self-esteem and faith in myself.
A component of this self-love is that you should not forget who you are and where you come from, that you should know and accept yourself in order to know what are you going to to do with your life and what your priorities are. In other words, you have to choose which battles you will fight and which ones you won’t.

I learned that it’s never too late to finish the things that you have in the back burner and never too late to improve things and situations, even if you started a long time ago and it all seems so deteriorated to the point of thinking that it’s not worth it anymore. There’s always hope!

This piece, a dragon in its castle was first made in 1996. I put a lot of effort in it… but maybe because I did not think it was something worth it, I put it away without framing or protection. 22 years later it was obviously falling to pieces but I finally decided to rescue it: I disassembled the whole thing, painted the darkened paper with white gouache, and cut out new pieces to reassemble it again. The whole process felt quite right! New life to an old piece.

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And Moana the albatross chick, who had been left without being mounted on a definitive base, also needed more elements and composition, so I started making her a nest and the constellation of the Southern Cross in the sky. It is a piece made with lots of love and dedication. I hope I can visit New Zealand to see them with my own eyes someday…

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Getting abstract, talking nonsense

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Calligraphy, type and color

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Calligraphy, type and color 3

 

I was trained as a graphic designer right during The Transition. I had to make countless exercises by hand, with traditional instruments, with ancient techniques, with state-of-the-art technology available at that time, which was not yet digital.

My frustration at not achieving perfection was equally state-of-the-art.

I had to design posters using transferable type. There was no transferable type available in the color or the size I wanted, so the final result never looked like the design I had in my mind. And somehow my (now gone) hoarder ways allowed those transfer sheets to survive almost intact for over twenty years. I decided I should use them for what I wanted to do now, now they would be a graphic element like any other. Far from trying to achieve a similar effect with a computer (which I try to use as little as possible) I transferred all the letters I could with all the anger of my accumulated frustration at not achieving a decently aligned text line in 1995.

And now I had inks and watercolors, and enamel plates, and a scanner. And eh, yes, a computer. But it does not dictate what I want to do. It only helps me to make images like the ones I have in my mind.

I like being able to mix it all up and make something more expressive and above all, pretty much like what I had in my mind. Something spontaneous and very colorful. I always wear black clothes, but I like color. I LOVE color. The more saturated and contrasting, the better. I think of all the colors that come in flowers, fruits, fish and birds. Color is a powerful force. Keep that in mind.