recLINING ON time

On occasion, we feel mired in time. Entangled in a space from the past, we dream about it, we see it in our thoughts, it influences our present on a daily basis. 

But we must learn to close these cycles.

For years, my father’s fabric workshop and my childhood home remained abandoned, at the same address I knew so well, and I remained unable or unwilling to face it.

Time and circumstance have led me back to it. For some years now, I’ve been sorting and organizing things, in a sense clearing out the past, both in the house and in my dad's fabric workshop. Within those walls, I’ve encountered spaces devoid of people, full of dust and memories. There are broken ceilings and dilapidated rooms, objects from my childhood that go back in time, my mom's hand-made migajón decorations, her wedding dress, curtains with Japanese motifs, mirrors with flower mouldings, a star-shaped clock, and time itself standing still, frozen in the past.

Being there, I realized that while a part of the self that lived with me during childhood has followed me through life, another one, another me, stayed there, glued to the walls, embedded in the ceilings. This is my attempt to rescue that part of myself from oblivion; to unravel a painful past that I have never been able to leave behind.

I believe that art has the power to heal, transform, and transcend the boundaries of time and space. I intend this body of work to contribute to that greater dialogue.