Behind Mudita
The name, a memory
As a child, they called me mudita, Spanish for ‘the quiet one’. Not because I had nothing to say, but because I had too much: thoughts going round my head, emotions I couldn’t explain, stories that stayed inside me like hot stones. I spoke little, yes, but I observed a lot. And when I couldn’t say it, I made it.
With our hands we can speak differently. We can draw, stain, erase, start again. We can insist without raising our voice. We can tell something without having to justify it. That’s why, for me, this is art that needs no words.
This is art that needs no words.
What it needs is time. It needs care, patience and a kind look, the kind that doesn’t rush past. Some details only appear when you stay a while, when you let the color breathe and let a texture tell you something.
Right now, that means small watercolors, and I’m exploring how to make them bigger. Each one is unique: an inspiration turned into something that didn’t exist before.
If you’ve made it this far, you’re already inside my world. I hope you’ll stay a little longer.
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