As artist
Talking about myself was hard task. Not because I didn’t know how to describe
myself, rather, that my description as a person and artist may vary in my mind as a
representing between today and tomorrow. If you ask me who I am, there are many
things that characterize me, but the essence would be my listening ability, and above
all, the ability I have of listening to myself.
My mind is rarely silent, forever wondering and answering questions about this
unsettling life full of unexplored paths. Art is part of this adventure, to which it gave a
name and kingdom. Since I was a child, I’d travel mentally into that kingdom and
invent any number of stories, mixing reality with fantasy and, due to this, I adopted
the pseudonym “A Little Princess”. My family became the kingdom and although we
grew up in poverty, this kingdom had a wonderful treasure: the skill of imagination to
make the stories real. My parents, the king and queen, made the kingdom function and
we, the prince and princesses, lived many adventures in the kingdom. Gradually,
these stories in my mind started becoming part of plastics work: small sculptures of
princesses accompanied by unicorns, magic castles, mysterious wizards, sumptuous
kings, etc. Many people who visited my kingdom began acquiring these
representations and eventually it became famous. One day, the princess ran out of
ideas and asked for a break, left her kingdom and went to explore other realms. On
her way she met many people; some were teachers and others became her friends.
Life led her through different stories and adventures and she always kept a notebook
and a pen with her. She would draw her experiences and misplace them... then again
and again... and so she went leaving notes, letters, missing words on the way,
wherever she would go. The princess was looking for love, happiness, smiles. The
princess went so far that one day she forgot the way back to her kingdom, she
wandered from story to story. One day, an incredible gentleman came to the princess
and unintentionally helped her recover from these distant roads and gradually
reminded her of her origin, her stories, her love, her happiness; everything was right
there in her own eclectic kingdom. It was full of things, tastes, sounds, visions. The
brush was waiting for her, the mud had yet to take shape, the words were not yet
written. Everything was there, intact, for her to continue exploring life and giving a
gift to each visitor who passed through her kingdom. Well, dear friend, that’s me; a
princess waiting for your visit to my kingdom to give you a gift: my friendship and,
perhaps, you may take something else with you as well.