Another gray day, but the sounds of the churchs bells are music to my thoughts. I have been working hard for my upcoming exhibit. Yes, hard, because finally the tank is full. These two years in Pisa has been so far a mix of accelerated and dormant stages of my creative process. But then again I have Marco. He is my cricket that says every morning, are you painting today? Like if it is that easy to outpour my heart, emotions, and ideas just like that. Like everything, it needs to be organized. It needs to express something. It has to be connected with my umbilical cord attached by whom I am. I cant separate them. It has to be a part of me. It has to have a story. I am a story teller, a magic maker of illusions, a weaver of broken pieces. Therefore, in order for me to create my stories, I must embrace these stages of my being. Dormant for flowers to bloom. Accelerated for them to intoxicate us with its fragrance. So here I am spinning in the timeless space of my imagination. The Big bang has exploded one more time. I am creating! The story is finally getting concluded. I look at the sky one more time. It is gray. But in that gray there are all kinds of grays. And so this my story, it might be just about one heart, or one emotion, or a note. Yes, I am not telling you as of yet, what it is about it. But as I said, it might be just about one note, but how many octaves does a note can express. Wishing you all, a beautiful Sunday! Take it for what it is. You are the one to make it as you desire to be! Love you all!!!! Ethel Bustamante Art Studio
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 10:28:46 +0000
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