Claudia Bernardi

Hago arte pensando en el inmenso privilegio de estar vivo. Llegar al papel en blanco es arrivar a una isla segura, un espacio intimo donde las imagenes se devienen en una alquimia de colores que se ocultan y se revelan tras las innumerables capas de pigmentos.

Hago arte recordando. Hago arte extranando gente, lugares, espacios queridos, nombres amados. Hago arte para dar sentido a lo que no lo tiene y para imaginar que, lo que casi me mata, hoy se transforma en imagenes de luz.

Hago arte como revancha a tantas oscuridades, es una manera de vengarme de las brutalidades que me han acechado. En las ternuras del silencio se construyen los mundos misteriosos de las memorias acumuladas.

I make art while thinking about the immense privilege of being alive. To come to the blank sheet of paper is to arrive at a safe island, at an intimate space, where images develop in an alchemy of colors that hide and reveal themselves through the innumerable layers of pigment.

I make art while remembering. I make art while missing people, places, fond spaces, beloved names. I make art to make sense out of what has no sense, and to imagine that what almost killed me today transforms itself into images of light.

I make art as a revenge against so many darknesses. It is a way to avenge the brutalities that have threatened me. In the tenderness of silence, it is possible to construct the mysterious worlds of accumulated memories.

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