La Puerta
Doors closed so the new doors could open, Doors I learned to walk away from, and others I had to forgive myself for, Doors of a lifetime spent searching, running away, running towards, belonging everywhere and nowhere, of being too much in a world that demanded less much less.
Doors of every house I ever lived in, loved, and cared for my children. A door that showed me I could find softness and strength in my father's love, and another that brought me back to myself, and my deepest longings.
Doors I still dream of… Childhood summers on the Adriatic coast, memories of my mother, and the country that is no more. Generosity of love I am finally ready to give and accept. A home full of life, love, art, and music I will build (again) one day.
The road I followed, risking it all, to arrive at this place, in my 'rags of love', to the door guarding the remains of the place where only free spirits still wander. Doors through which I will cross over to the future self calling, and all the unknown doors I have yet to walk through, in the years that remain, leading to the door that will close behind this life one day.
Portal de Luz, Uruguay, Feb 2024
Maps of My Non-Belonging
The work on 'La Puerta' connected the journey of discovery with a portal and a corresponding landscape, resulting in the Maps of My Non-Belonging — brightly coloured stones on the crumbling wall opposite, marking the end of the deconstruction process, a celebration of everything learned, and an invitation to step through into an unknown future ahead.
