In April 2022, I migrated to Barcelona, at the age of 54.
Together with my husband and one of my three children, we decided to move, to look for a different way of living. To shuffle and deal again.
With a path already taken, customs, family and friends who from then on would be in our hearts, but no longer in our daily lives.
Going out and see the world, is part of the blood that runs through my veins, not staying with what is given, with what is known.
Paraphrasing Nicolas Bourriaud, I try to use signs, shapes, gestures and objects to establish relationships. Relationships between materials, between spaces, between colors and between people. Seeking through my work to learn to inhabit our world.
Arriving in Barcelona is an awakening of the senses: the shapes, the colors, the smells, the tide of people. Different nationalities living together. Everything seduces me.
It is a sinuous, organic city, with a human scale, diverse.
In my daily walks looking for where to live, how to move, where the north is and which way the south is, that tide was sailing in my gaze, in my blood, in my walk. Like a quiet dance that gives place and time for things to happen. Like a dialogue between my yesterday and my today, separated and united through a permeable membrane, the flavors are mixed.
For me this is part of migrating, of integrating.
I started a ceramics workshop. As if putting my hands in the clay would help me build new roots, and there I go, investigating, letting what happens to me circulate. In the pieces that are emerging, Barcelona sneaks in, its waves, its mountains, its movement, Gaudi, Miró, Modernism, the high and the low, the ones and the others.
Those from beyond and those from here. The shapes and the color manifest themselves, dialogues are established. Once the pieces are modeled and baked, I intervene with color as if they were a canvas, generating new connections and possible visual paths.
This is the world I am in, where a new work is taking shape.
A dialogue with my new city.
Like the game of hide and seek, I am discovering every corner and thus they are shown, like clay sculptures that build my new home, that tell a unique story.
I firmly believe in looking beyond what is given to us, in opening spaces where we believe there are none.
Language evokes. The world of images is what allows me today to retrace what has been done to build new paths.
