My work has been totally introspective. I have learned from me. I have heard all the noises and creaks of this house. I have integrated all its objects, its corners, its silences, its darkness, its rays of light.
After having let in the sunlight through the windows, cleaning the space and recognizing that all these corners belong to me, today I feel that I want to open the doors.
My guests will enter this space and discover this house as it is. I´ll put myself in an open position because I was the one who decided to invite them.
When each one enters my house I would like them to feel comfortable, in a warm and friendly space but I know there will be rooms and spaces I would rather prefer no to be showing, there will be others that I will feel totally confident and grateful to be be on them, as there will be others we will need to do some adjustments depending on how many and who we are in it. However, I have some certainty of how incredible this experience is going to be. Incredible not as like we will be in a contact joy, because for sure there are going to be moments that I do not like, but knowing that my house will be enriched with what each one brings with themselves.
A simple entry to lay the foundations of this invitation:
“Now we will count to twelve– Keeping quiet by Pablo Neruda
and we will keep still.
For once on the face of the earth,
Let’s not speak in any language;
Let’s stop for one second,
And not move our arms so much.
It would be a fragrant moment
Without rush, without engines;
We would all be together
In a sudden uneasiness.
Fishermen in the cold sea
Would not harm whales
And the man gathering salt
Would look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
Wars with gas, wars with fire,
Victories with no survivors,
Would put on clean clothes
And walk about with their brothers
In the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused
With total inactivity.
Life is that which you do;
I want nothing to do with death.
If we were not so single-minded
About keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death,
perhaps the earth can teach us
when everything seems dead
and then everything was alive.
Now I´ll count up to twelve
And you keep quiet and I will go.”