This was the place where, in a handful of weeks, I would have opened my exhibition CONSERVATION. The very first thought was drenched in pain. Reading the first posts on Facebook, the sharing of drama, the overflowing of emojis, the racist comments on what is going to built there instead, the uncountable “do you remember…”, the race to crown which memory is the best one, mine or yours?… all of the above took me straight back to 1976, to the days and weeks after the earthquake.
I set off with 5 of my pieces in plaster and went there. I chose the pieces carefully and I went there. I made sure that my camera was fully charged, the laptop ready, the sun hidden behind some clouds, that I had all possible needed connections, cables, phones, wifi. That the coffee was warm, that I had some food with me; and I went there. I went there. It’s incredible how the mind plays tricks on you: I cannot remember things I did or places I was in the company of some peo
On 26.02.2019, in Blackburn, I have started creating the 111 pieces which represent the 1013 victims of varying ages deceased during the earthquake. The pieces will be cast in plaster out of jars, pots, bottles, or containers used to conserve food or any other perishable material. Today, on a very warm winter day, I began. I didn’t cry. I felt observed and hence tense. I felt examined, scrutinised, checked. I just wanted to be ignored. Funny, though, I was alone. Just me and
As a proper pre-Ikeanist and a believer in the power of Fluxus, I wanted to create a re-arrangeable piece of art. I adapted a cardboard box (which one day I would see as a wooden box, delicate and elegant, of course), open on both sides, and I have slotted in from the top various versions of my drawings of squares and rectangles. In order to do that, I used wooden stirrers (thank you Costa Coffee) which I glued to paper. I tried with very thin paper, then tracing paper, clear
Soundtrack to this post: “Assassin Creed Theme”, by Lorne Balfe. What’s my idea of peace? I could have started this piece in different ways, but in the end, it’s always better to go straight to the point: what’s my concept of peace? To me, peace is synonym with S T I L L N E S S Hence, war is anything that drags me away from stillness and silence and quietness against my own desires. I crave silence and stillness. I long for peace. I search and sniff, explore and hunt for tha
These are part of the feedback received during the course up to now. I have started with a feedback from one of the tutors, JC, as follows: “Matilde has made an excellent start to the course and is exceeding target grades. She has achieved distinction grades in her initial diagnostic assessment and has a superb work ethic. She has been thoroughly involved in all aspects of the study programme, volunteering to participate in a performance with an artist at the Harris Museum an
… take me to Church. I have discussed the piece I want to create, in honour of my friend Marina Pedi who died that night in 1976 and hence, to honour everyone who passed away. I want to create a Church, using the plaster pieces I made, adding also some metal, wood, and the melted glass in order to create a balance within the elements. (bear with me, now, because I am brainstorming while writing) I also want to honour all the 978 victims, creating some 98 pieces of “something”