ART(E)

A small cart, the kind children improvise and use to move materials and sometimes imitate the adult’s (adult/Great) work. A small cart, but very heavy, embodying the weight of its own immaterial content. A cart I pulled many times in my youth, and which allowed me to pinpoint and visualize something I didn’t yet know how to describe to those who asked me what I did.

I wanted to work in art, and I breathed in the lightness it gave me, while also feeling the weight of the contents associated with it, which took flight in the body of ideas translated into work. I experienced vivid emotions and felt that Art was always with me, and I carried it on my shoulders almost like a snail with its shell. I looked back and saw nothing, so I decided to at least feel its weight, a weight that helped me explain what I did.

Sometimes I pulled the cart in town, other times I traveled far from home, and other times I embarked on real journeys…but always pulling the cart that balanced my forward flights.