Life Death Life Nature



Life Death Life Nature

En abril nos invitaron a un grupo de artistas de la Galería Magda Bellotti, a una residencia al norte de Essaouira. Mi intención era seguir desarrollando la serie To be or not to be, mi particular enfoque artístico sobre los animales en extinción y su relación simbólica con nosotros humanos. Elegí entre tantas especies a la Foca Monje, cuyo hábitat son las aguas de Marruecos y España y cuya especie, desde tiempos mitológicos, ha alimentado entre navegantes y pescadores imágenes de sirenas.
Encontré el taller al borde de una inmensa playa desierta y me zambullí con la cámara a documentar aquel aparentemente sublíme lienzo, de arena, agua y viento, en continuo proceso de creación. Allí entre los diferentes tonos del sílice fueron apareciendo fragmentos de mil colores diseminados, de lo que tuvo función humana y es ahora un desecho indigerible. Indigerible para el mar, la tierra y los seres vivos. Supe que había encontrado los colores de mi paleta y cada día recogía lo que el agua trae y la arena escupe. Los pescadores locales también dejan rastro, y mis manos se conectan a sus trabajos ancestrales anudando allí donde lo hicieron las suyas.

Death Life Death Nature Installation comes from my experience in an vast desert beach north of Essaouira.
When going there, I thought of continuing my artistic work on those beings who live in this world, but whose future is a mystery. I had researched that one of the threatened species, whose habitats are shared Moroccan and Spanish waters , is the Monk Seal, animal of great symbolism. The mermaid myth apparently comes from how they were perceived by fishermen who spent a long time at sea.
Feeling that I was also crossing similar geographical paths, I arrived at a magnificent coast. Hypnotised by the elements in all their force and purity: air, water, solar fire and earth-sand, I plunged into this ever-changing canvas in its continuous process of creation. There, between infinite ranges of silica, blue, red, yellow, green arise…little bits of thousands of colors spread about, objects which formerly had a function for humans, and what are now indigestible waste. Indigestible for the sea, the land and for all beings.
I knew that I had found the colors of my palette, and every day I gathered from what the water brings and the sand spits out. The local fishermen also leave their mark, and my hands connect to their ancient labour, passing through just where theirs did. In my studio, a dialogue comes up between abandoned equipment, (now organic traps), animal, vegetable and mineral echoes, together with kitsch pieces of a "developed" world …

Eliana Perinat, mayo 2012