Displacement
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From raw memory to affective memory.
I started this research wanting to investigate the body and space. City body studies. Body is memory.
Displacement... (the word) came to me when I was still trying to explain what my research and project for a residency. Explain, in this case, a reorganization of ideas, perceptions, inter crossings. I remember well, that first day, while I was waiting for the bus for a trip of approximately 2 hours from home to the studio. 2 hours only on the way, the rest was just waiting.
But there that day I started to photograph a figure that was very remarcable to me, sitting there waiting for the bus too. Which one would be? I wondered.
But that waiting, among all the others that were there, next to mine, was different. It brought another and peculiar look. It was the set.
I photographed not just to paint but to record. As I do in my process, life for me actually happens like this: one step, one click. Always watching. Always with my notebook and pen in hand to record life happening... In an attempt to immortalize poetry. (Or collect stories).
But I was also thinking about the idea of what it is to live this residency experience, to be in contact with other artists, in the exchanges, in the connections generated.
What comes out of it? How is the process in practice?
I have always been passionate about storytelling and the stories told. And I only came to understand this when I started looking inside and turning to the process of self-knowledge and realizing its connection with art.
Art as a healing tool and the investigation of the Self and subjectivity, self-knowledge in an attempt to understand myself as an artist and the attempt to understand myself in order to understand the other and the world.
In the middle of my studies, I came across the dynamic “I see something outside and that changes me inside, I change inside to transform the outside and so the cycle continues.” These 2 years I spent investigating life, but from an internal perspective, a more introspective study, now it would be less about the ME and more about the other. The exchanges, the connections. Contact.
And it was through drawing that I came to understand this, to see this other better. It all starts with drawing.
Arriving at the studio...
(drawing life in the bus)
(drawing life in the subway car, sitting on the benchy
the first watercolor paintings with coffee filter paper, which I created using a technique that I developed while doing tests with the filters used and realizing the effect of papyrus
and then came this engraving on the same paper - another technique. same process
and so I went to this and am going, displacing watercolor from its usual habitat. working with non-conventional surfaces for their source materials, shifting. Passion that I discovered as part of my process. The displacement. I understood that I really like to do this and it is instinctive, organic, even if manual, it ends up being automatic for me (but with presence). These trials. I discovered that they have always been part of my interest in art. Explore other possibilities. There are millions of possibilities. The watercolor, for example, who said it should always be used on paper weighing 300g or more? Who says it can't be free? Walk around. Loose...
just like life, it must be celebrated
(and continue...)
