How are you? On my side, I have been at the beach in Las Cruces some days ago, here in the South Pacific, watching the waves moving in and out, walking along the shore of this sea, so deep. I adore this silence, that horizon, that peace which is more, more real than the news transmitted by satellites. Afterwards, at the heat of a camp-fire, I meditated over your mail art.
Thank you for participating in my proposal of adding to my painting the interaction of others. I assembled your mail art together with other contributions over corrugated cardboard . Yes, the competition is the mirror of an egocentric, who tries to find an exit for himself; but we belong to Mother Earth where Myth smelts with art.
Moreover, it is clear, my work is not worthier than yours, I am nobody if the others are not there . Those fragments of my inner landscapes painted and intervened by others, sometimes covered, are lost in a certain incomplete utopy. They are experimental exercises, somewhat like an intelectual tai-chi, a dream that does not end in the feature of the „Preciosa Nativa“, notes for other culture, without movement there is no art.
The intimacy becomes public as a concept, there is poetry in the personal
contacts, as energies passing through : vital signs, that lead us in the laberynth of the information.
During the years of unfolding of this project, I have learned to be more respectful of the work of others and my own one. Do you know? It is incredible the way you transform those strokes and textures of my unconscious landscape and you incorporate them in your plastic discourse . You make me see a situation, that I have overseen or erased in my endeavour to find the magic of the colour.
We have generated a different beauty, nourished in the dialogue, where we find resonances of each one. That beauty of the small may contain more art and spirit and sincerity than those monumental works, so characteristic of the „developed“ world of the North (for example : those installations that cost a huge amount of money to do them or the painting which is valued per square meter).
After Marcel Duchamp any object is art and after Joseph Beuys any man or woman is an artist. Now the new media of the artist are the other artists.
Keep in touch and take care of yourself.
Valle Central de Chile, 1995