Who i am:
Ever since I was little I had passion for the “why’s”. The most logical and immediate weren’t enough. It was not enough to know that the reason for the motion of the clouds was “the wind”. The point was, why is the wind moving the clouds?
Ever since I was little I had passion for the “why’s”. The most logical and immediate weren’t enough. It was not enough to know that the reason for the motion of the clouds was “the wind”. The point was, why is the wind moving the clouds? One of the “why’s” I remember with particular intensity is on a return from the sea on a summer evening. I was 5 years old and there was an exhausting traffic light jam. I was suffering. I was warm, sleepy, thirsty, and I had sand between my toes. It was a shock, once I crossed the crossroad, to see the traffic flowing slowly, but steadily, to the next roundabout. I asked why they would not build a roundabout in place of the traffic lights. I do not remember the answer, just a feeling of “no sense” and absurdity that I have found many other times over the years. I think it was the source of inspiration for my research. The process of people’s thinking, the irrationality, the fluidity with which it is possible to pass from genius to absurdity.
The irrationality troubled me. The pain it caused troubled me. So at the university I studied psychology and I graduated; deepening the application of artistic and expressive forms in the care of psychoses, trying to understand the origin of irrationality where the thinking processes are clear and obvious.
So I have explored all of the symbolic forms through which people normally represent those same processes.
While I was studying and during all subsequent years of research, I was teaching at a swimming pool. The water, with its forms, liquidity, speed with which it moves and changes appearance, is by definition a metaphor of confusion. ITS UNDERSTANDING, ALLOWS TO READ ITS DYNAMISM NOT AS CHAOS, BUT AS INFINITE POTENTIAL.
I helped people to overcome the fear of water, and also a bit of that confusion too; almost always transforming it into a great love.
After graduation I did not go on with a Masters. In compulsory paths awaiting me, I found no functional content to my research. I wanted to study in depth and try to understand how it manifested; how could one translate that principle for which the mind would get lost. So I continued the research through various forms of expression; followed writing classes, screenplays, wall paintings, trompe l’oeil, all artistic forms which I had explored during my internship. Now I was interested in understanding them in the hierarchies of the world.
If the study of those forms was referred to as the existential component of the lack of sense, the trip was certainly the instrument of excellence in search of the sense of belonging.
So I started to travel. Traveling is like studying, with the difference being that what you learn you won’t forget because you have lived it. I visited Australia, several parts of Africa, Eastern Europe and Mexico, where I lived for six months and where I followed training courses to help the Mayan tribes of the Chapas region, always keeping in touch with the water. The thread of my story was the search for meaning and the pain caused by its lack thereof was the spark. Water has given me instruments for exploration and experimentation and the artistic forms have provided me with the codes through which the non sense was expressed. The travel and possible declinations: other logic, other codes. Other languages and other symbols. To this day, whenever that sense of absurdity rises, I no longer have the slightest difficulty in remedying it and I have a deep perception of the transformation power that everyone can have on reality. But actually, slowly, maybe it is working, and maybe the world is finding its “logic” as for a couple of years now roundabouts have begun to flourish, where once there were traffic lights before.