How artists create art? This is an interesting question and quite frankly difficult to answer, because art has a visual language. We artists work often in some kind of isolation. During this lockdown, we can contemplate works we have already done and change their context, their original meaning. I can reconsider their existence as well as mine. The sculptures presented in “BLUE MY MIND” along lakes and forests, were created from scratch beforehand.
I present here the original context, inspired mainly by poems (The song of the pirate” by Espronceda, fairy tales or rock songs (The ear by “La oreja de Van Gogh”) and how they take another entity in nature, both honest and genuine, both delicate and strong. They are, I suppose, a mirror of how I feel during these unreal times.
“The song of the pirate” came into my mind, a Spanish poem by José de Espronceda dedicated to the marginalized society, as a sign of protest: “What is my boat? My treasure; who is my God? the freedom; My law is the air’s strength; My only homeland, the sea. Sail, my sailboat, without any fear; that neither enemy ship, nor storm nor bonanza, your course will break, nor eclipse your courage” I think it really found the wing to be free and wild!
The kiss that breaking the air became a sigh (Poem Metamorfosis by Luis Gonzaga Urbina translated from spanish)
“It was a captive kiss in love of a snowy hand, which had the appearance of a fainted lily and the throbbing of a bird in agony. And it happened that one day, that soft hand of cirio paleness, lily languor, bird throbbing, approached the kiss so much, that could no longer be able to be, the poor prisoner. So he escaped; but, with fickle twist, ran away his hand to the far end, and the kiss that flew behind his hand, breaking the air, he turned to sigh”
I was really lucky that the dandelion came along to kiss the kiss:)
I hear what the stone sings is like that song of “La Oreja de Van Gogh”:
“Tell me in your ear, very slowly and very short, why it has so much light this dark day.” The sleeping sky stopped the time in your kiss. Tell me in my ear, who knows that moment, when that was just a dream. Tell me where your fears sleep, if you still keep your caresses in the memory box.” I wonder if this song was written nearby:)
Down, down into the Ocean….the little mermaid (Christian Anderson) got lost deep deep into the forest
Next time I will share with you the making process with the materials