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                                                      | Quarantine 
                                                        immersion | 
                                                     
                                                      | (The 
                                                        resources of the mind 
                                                        in a surreal season) | 
                                                     
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                                                      | After 
                                                        an initial paralysis in 
                                                        which the body found itself 
                                                        only able to perform completely 
                                                        physical tasks that ended 
                                                        up occupying the whole 
                                                        day and left the mind 
                                                        numb: cooking, washing, 
                                                        ironing, cleaning etc. 
                                                        (I've never made so many 
                                                        cakes in my life ...), 
                                                        I found my way back to 
                                                        the studio, the visual 
                                                        artist that I am. Almost 
                                                        unconsciously, a new phase 
                                                        has emerged in my work. | 
                                                     
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                                                      | Perhaps 
                                                        I had the image of that 
                                                        little sphere that is 
                                                        the virus implanted deep 
                                                        in my mind. I needed to 
                                                        exorcizise it, turning 
                                                        her into something beautiful. | 
                                                     
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                                                      | These 
                                                        works came to be called 
                                                         
                                                         Mantra. 
                                                        Overlays of circles and 
                                                        dots, executed in an almost 
                                                        mantric way, replacing 
                                                        the sound repetition by 
                                                        the pictorial expression, 
                                                        which conveyed feelings 
                                                        of peace and happiness. | 
                                                     
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                                                      | Works 
                                                        totally different from 
                                                        the previous ones, just 
                                                        as my life is different 
                                                        today. | 
                                                     
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                                                      | Being 
                                                        able to find beauty in 
                                                        a frightening situation 
                                                        was something that emerged 
                                                        from within, from the 
                                                        unconscious and that transmitted 
                                                        a positive message to 
                                                        me, whatever the outcome. | 
                                                     
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                                                      | May 
                                                        / June 2020 | 
                                                     
                                                      | Technique 
                                                        mixed: watercolor and 
                                                        acrylic on paper mounted 
                                                        on Eucatex | 
                                                     
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