MY PLANET

Invisible does not mean nonexistent...

If every person were a world, what kind of objects would it hide?

Forty days in the workshop of Marta Lucas and Esteban Boasso my hands spoke with clay and water, my eyes observing the shapes which that conversation took, my mind trying to give names and meanings to what I saw.

First came "The Flute", but I did not know how to play it. Maybe someone I would meet upon the way could add the missing part and someone else later on would be the musician to tame it.

"Flute"

Then came "Ancient Vase 1" and "Ancient Vase 2" - together they had seven openings, but again I needed a person to fill them and to give them a use.

"Ancient Vase 1" and "Ancient Vase 2"

Next came an egg - it took a lot of work and care to make it - such a little thing. I wanted it to be an "Egg of Light" - could it have become a lamp, perhaps?

"Egg of Light"

When this was done, I made three "Mates" - traditional Argentinean ritual cups, to share a drink with friends.


"Three Mates"

But when I was going for my fourth cup, the clay changed its path to become a little box. On its sides it had images of Earth-Water-Fire-Air - the four elements, so whatever in it would be the fifth element, hence the name.

"The Fifth Element"

One more box followed. It was much bigger than the previous one, and very different. It had a tube running through it, though meant to be invisible and well hidden behind two wheels. I called it "Forgotten", because no-one could remember how many times and in which directions the wheels had to be turned for Magic to happen - one never really knows with those ancient boxes.

"Magic Box"

Two stones were easy to define: the bigger said "Yes", the smaller "No" - they were "Urim and Thummim".

"Urim and Thummim"

Last but not least came "Ovni". It looked alive, fun and friendly.

"Ovni"

Finally came "Nave" - the space ship to travel to other peoples´ worlds and galaxies. So off I went...

"Nave"

And so appeared the the twelve objects from somewhere deep within and they spoke to me and to those who saw them. They never knew fire and will never become things of this world - that was not their purpose.

Twelve objects from my planet disappeared today from the garden of the artists - one by one I returned them to the pot of shapeless clay.


The Garden before everything disappeared

In gratitude for my masters´teaching - I gave my staff. The transformation of it into an object of art, would be a gift to me.

It is long since the staff became a part of my body, journeying with me from Alaska to Argentina - two opposite ends of the American continent. Although it will stay, it continues with me as something that can never be lost or broken or taken away - an invisible companion to ease the way and a weapon I hide inside.

Shortly after, I too disappeared into a dimension of a memory, a story, a feeling, a dream...and so did the garden, the workshop, and the little company that had gathered to see me for the last time.