red path

Agustín Lara

When I read the biography of Agustin Lara's life, it made me think of an image. 

It was a red path, first narrow and then gradually larger and larger interrupted only by small pieces of blackness trying to stray him from his path. But the path was so solid, so deep, so set that he just had to follow it. There was no way that he could not follow it. Let's say it was his "destiny."

Anyway, I was inspired by his story. Why does it always seem like those that become professionals happen to fall upon something?

I, who am trying so hard to find something, finds nothing, but those who keep doing things keep going, not really thinking too much about it, just happen to find something that is perfect for them one day. 

I respected Lara's story when his father sent him to the military, enraged that his son would try to follow musicianship. However, I feel that this only strengthened Lara's love and passion for music and piano, and set his mind to keep pursuing music after he came back from the military. 

picture to come.

Sunshine in splashing water

Trovador Fuente Cenote

When I imagine of a fountain:

Water bursting from a spout of hard wood/ concrete/ metal to contrast with the flowy, splashing water, shimmering and shining in the sunlight as it spurts down. The splashes that slap the ground bounce off little water droplets that rise into the air, creating a small haze of mist that only one who comes close enough can feel. 

Trovador:

The poet of one who has the heart and soul of the culture of his roots embedded within him. He is able to portray his/her soul in an eloquent rivulet of words that cross and bind together, to hold the listener close. It binds the sorrowful tales of a heart shattered in pieces. 

Cenote: 

The deep pool of water is only accessible when one goes the journey to its depths and finds the water of life bursting with vibrant energy.

Combining these thoughts together I formed this art piece. Perhaps my choice of big fat blocks of white paper was a mistake as Tony and other classmates suggested. To some extent I agree. However, before I start criticizing my own work I will tell you the meaning.

The paper is water flowing down, curling at the bottom to signify the small droplets that splash back up to create a cool hazy breeze. The paperclips at top catch the light, flashing when it moves, like water, which shimmers and catches light so well. 

The piece was supposed to be more 3-d so that the viewer could gently walk through the pieces of paper, until they arrive to the wall where they find little pieces of shredded paper, pinned to the wall. It was supposed to be an interactive piece. The act of the viewer walking through the paper slivers is similar to the act of one passing one's hand through a curtain of water, gently feeling the paper slivers envelop the person, and brush against one's body like walking through a curtain of water. When one gets deep enough in the depths of this paper fountain, they reach the pieces of pinned paper, which lie dormant at the back. This is only visible when one parts the curtains, and wills himself/herself to look behind what lays otherwise flat. The pieces of paper are shredded bits of heart reminding one of the sorrowful songs of the trovador, only available when you cross through the depth of the piece, to reach the wall. The depth is the cenote. It is the bridge from this surface- world to the next soul- world. 

I don't know if I overdid it, but the crossing pieces of thread bind the whole image together. These are also the words of the trovador who resonate and hits the soul of the people, binding them together to create one beautiful image.