This is a feeling I have kept within me for almost 19 years, without ever truly facing it. It was... Read More
This is a feeling I have kept within me for almost 19
years, without ever truly facing it. It was just so intertwined with my inner
self I had never realized I needed to actually confront myself with it. I am an
only child who should have been the second of three. Both of my siblings
couldn't even make it to the uterus. However I've always felt their echo
throughout all of my life, their absence has always been so cumbersome and
heavy. I spent most of my time alone during my childhood and if that boosted my
creativity, on the counterpart it left me quite inexperienced in social
interactions. I can confidently say this situation was the root of many
struggles I faced. Of course my perception of the thing has changed, but as
shown, I never stopped carrying their phantom existence inside my mind.
My brain becomes the uterus that is supposed to be their home, but still,
they flew away at the time as they flow away now, despite the protection
and the barriers.
Colour is a pillar of my practice: it is a crucial tool to convey the meanings
I want to convey . I find multiplicity essential and these colours all have
many different and contradictory meanings. Black is darkness, which is the womb
of both birth and death, as white is pure but cold and deadly. Red is love,
blood, passion, danger while blue is remote and vast as much as melancholic.
Finally purple is sensual, but it also associated with the walk towards the end
of life. Lately purple has acquired another meaning: as the last colour of the
rainbow, it means to love until the end.