As an ex-illegal immigrant my life turned to art as a refuge and a form of telling myself that all things created by me were for good and to illuminate my path, even though at times, life gets some might say complicated, sad, unlivable, rough. However in my case I turned to elements so noble and so abstracts with an internal meaning that each time would protect me more and more from the illegal reality that if I let, it would have eaten my soul like many others, so in this process, I found years later, that I turned to wood and light in a protective and personal way of traveling within my geopolitical limits, finding an element (spikes) that fulfilled my state of vulnerability and would protect me from any external immigrational intrusion, or in this case extrusion. Blending spikes with my pieces and thinking that I was as ephemeral as light, and wood was as protective as amnesty, I sculpted my way through many years of self-imposed exile without being overpowered by the fears that being an illegal immigrant brings along. Wood and Light, Spikes and Love, I now conscientiously thank you ! |
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