Ever since I saw @shaka's photograph, I was drawn to the arrangement of shapes she captured in the landscape. The city that unfolds in the middle shot is an oxymoron of the river and the sky. I thought, "This landscape has geometric exuberance."
The geometry that is written
There is something extraordinarily appealing about the rawness of the essential forms.
A naked circle.
The solitude of an empty square.
The angular dynamism of the triangle.
I have always loved geometric shapes. Since I was a child I have loved them with all my soul.
I studied in a high school in a rather economically depressed neighborhood. There I received technical drawing classes from two teachers whose memories I cherish with deep love and respect: Professor Tapias and Professor Millán. Both made efforts for their students, beyond what was asked of them, and obtained educational agreements with governmental institutions that allowed them to choose a handful of us and train us in reading and construction of plans, ornamental design of earthenware, assistants in technical drawing... Those of us who were selected received about twelve hours of training per week and learned a lot.
I remember that they made us carve irregular solids on bars of soap and that we worked with a tool that nobody uses anymore: the "tiralíneas", similar to a sharp tweezers that was able to retain a drop of ink and distribute it on the paper according to the pressure you put on it. Many times it would spill and you would lose complete works... But it was absolutely exciting and beautiful. Around that time I fell in love with architecture.
I think, deep down, I just wanted to be able to build a space that would allow me to inhabit the forms.
Many years later I studied literature. My master's thesis is a theoretical model of the representation of space.
A fly on the moon
As I was making my collage, an insect landed on my laptop screen. I think it was a "mosca palomilla". When I saw it, I took a picture of it with my cell phone, because I knew, as soon as I saw it, that this time, the image that was missing from my collage had found me.
Decompose and compose
I suppose we could describe in this way the most essential part of collage: you take the pieces apart and build something new. That new thing drags along aspects of the place where you have uprooted it, and that which you have uprooted is, in turn, something entirely new, which comes into existence in its own right.
Friends, this is round number 69 of Let's Make a Collage (rules there), organized with incredible mastery by @shaka. Every week I repeat the invitation with the same conviction: the artists there have everything to gain.
Gracias por la compañía. Bienvenidos siempre.