But, in artistic terms, what did seeing consist of beyond the obfuscation? Seeing is something like clarity. Clarity to chart a course, clarity to see the world. That’s why I decided that the second semester of my master’s degree would be about moving from obfuscation to clarity. Like life, art imitates it. So my second semester of my master’s degree would be about moving from obfuscation to clarity.
How to do this? Simple. Follow the traces of the natural gesture. And what is this about? Turning the cloud into rain. When I carry the cloud, it transforms. My creative horizon had a glimmer of light. If the cloud turns into rain, I could have clarity on my creative horizon. Raining = I see, Raining = I see.
This linguistic gesture allowed me to transform the cloud into rain. In artistic terms, it was an action. Creatively, it was the way to transform a confusing state into clarity.
For me, it concluded a decision in the arts, which would become a creative driving force. At that moment, I decided, as if it were a decision of my artistic spirit, that from this confused state I would find clarity through the rain. Transforming the cloud, an ephemeral phenomenon from the habitual landscape of my past, into rain, would be the instrument that would allow me to find the destiny of my work within the Master’s program.
Reproducing clouds or rain would be the way I approached the artistic gesture. Only the second semester passed, and I discovered that the habitual nature of my past was the material of my artistic creation. It was at this moment that I realized that my work mediated the temporality of clouds and rain into the true question to be answered as an artist. The question is about how to be in the world. Like the cloud or the rain, my life was a temporary phenomenon. I wanted to be the pilot of my life, not a passenger.
Comparing the past with the future is never the same. It will always be easy and beautiful to see that human actions have brought us to this moment, to this place. But the future always brings its twists and turns. Its labyrinths. The time of life is ephemeral. Like clouds and rain. But what if we abandon the ego when thinking about our own temporality in the world? The question of time brings up a comparison never before seen. Time as creative matter. What is time?
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