Thursday, 4 November 2010


No mountain's too high

This visual exercise in four episodes for the day, and 4 for the night, 
explores the texture and shadows of a tea bag when put
against the light. This sort of organic story-
board is a tale of the human journey
throughout life, where no mountain should be
higher than the height of ones

Thursday, 7 October 2010

In every window there is light!

Of how Tea is an ancient pendulum..and my love for it's ticking

I love tea. It's a personal fact. But how I came to explore its artistic possibilities (which I am still doing) is something I could say happened quite recently...thought it may have been simmering in my mind.
It is incredible how memory takes us back to powerful, vivid images. In this collision of events, -me staring at a sinking tea bag one morning and a film echo from over 8 or 9 years ago-  I recalled one of Krzysztof Kieslowski's "Dekalog": A series of ten short films he made for Polish Television in the 80's and whose plots are based on the ten commandments. In one of the films, a weary doctor puts a tea bag in a transparent cup while a whistling kettle sounds in the background and the camera lens zooms closer to the cup and frames it while the tae bag distills colour. The close up has turned it into a star of ordinary life events. What a way to meassure time.!
To this day I am attracted by the image of a sinking tea bag and to think that whether this may take place in the most contemporary stainless steel kitchen or in one like that of the Dekalog, the ancient Chinese discovery prevails and that time has got many ways to be felt. I love tea and I love Kieslowski's films in their tribute to all the taken for granted things. The simple happenings that make us human. Interestingly, this film director was born in 1941, a historic time of devastation. He studied Film in Lodz in 1969 and worked extensively in Documentary before he was acknowledged in Cannes in the 80's for one of his Decalogue short films. His visual language is almost tangible, deeply human and paradoxical. His images speak of feelings even at moments when his characters become mute. We listen to their thoughts, to their sorrow and joy. It is this contemplation of life through colours and sounds like the sound of a drop in a Hospital or the sound of Veronica's angelical voice in "The double life of Veronica" that draw our senses. It is this close attention to how water boils, how the infusion taints the liquid, how life can be condensed in the mere act of waiting for tea to be ready while we question ourselves.

Tea is an ancient pendulum

The story of a Box

I like boxes and tins, particularly those
old fashion ones. Some years ago I attended
a Theatre Diploma in México. I was at the time
(2006) very involved in my Flamenco dancing and
doing the diploma, I thought, would give me more
confidence on stage. The course was designed to be
joined by dancers and actors. Little did I know at
that time it would become a very significant event
in my life.
There are many anecdotes worth telling but I will narrate that of a box.
We were asked to decorate a simple carton box in order to put our "props" inside. I was very fond of a photography book my father had given me called:"A day in the Soviet Union" (obviously an old one) where Kodak comissioned 50 of its best photographers to capture all aspects of Soviet life. I have never been to Russia but I was fascinated by the images, their rustic look, the buildings,
the ordinary people (their isolation in some of the images),the vastness of the country.I decided I wanted to use and amplify some of these photos for my box. I was to put trees around it and on the lid a window with an old doll standing there. I thought it very simbolic and also,
I wanted to sort of "free" that opaque image everytime I opened the box.
I still like my box. It keeps memories of that marvelous time of
introspection and also an ever-lasting memory of my Drama
teacher: Teresa Rábago, a woman of great personality and determination and how
much she encouraged my work.

Black Box

Tea Tint

Tuesday, 31 August 2010

Far in the horizon

These paper bags resulted in an interesting cultural mix. I was inspired by
the Japanese
kimonos and feminine aesthetics of their ancient culture. However, when I
saw the final result, it also
strongly reminded me of the Mexican "Huichol Women" beautiful in their
humble femininity and wearing even nowadays
colourful hand- made embroidered dresses.
There will always be a
woman looking far away, creating with her hands,
speaking to the silence.