Everything was born from a new friendship between Laura Sebastianes and I, so everything that happened that Sunday came from love. We created a wide space together, filled it with natural and noble materials where the central characters were paper (Laura’s raw material) and fabric (mine).
We took a while in setting up the space in a way which we considered to be harmonious. Then our friends came: Olga, Marta, María, Carlota and Alejandra. Roman also came, he filled the space with music. Pol too, filming everything with his video camera. Olga was the first to enter the stage Laura and I had set up as, out of all of those who came, she was the first to have been born, and so on until Ale, who was the last among us to enter the world. Each one of them could re-arrange the pieces, break them, build from them, get themselves dirty, throw things, dress and undress, stay still, scream… Do as they pleased, guided each moment by Roman’s music. And so the next would enter, symbolizing how we move through the world from generation to generation, how we find it when we arrive, how we interact with what surrounds us during our lives and the footprint that we leave behind us.
Each one of them brought an object that represented their contribution, their creation, something the next in line would find. Olga brought a piece of cloth she had dyed and a small ceramic bowl she had made by hand; Marta brought a chestnut that had been her lucky charm throughout her life; María brought a strand of hair, Carlota a ball of purple wool, the color she felt her energy; and Ale didn’t bring anything.
We entered a form of trance for the half an hour the constellation lasted. That’s how we decided to call it- constellation, once we had finished, since we couldn’t have imagined what would happen to us in that space and time.
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