I dream of painting,
and then I paint my dreams.

The beauty of the hidden

At first, I learned to look and listen, later to see and hear, to watch and guard. In this way, I understood that objects, which transcend people, could be shaped and perpetuated.

I learned that beauty resides in forms, controlled by shadows, and goes beyond immediate meaning. I can affirm that an insect is as beautiful as a Madonna; its symbolic translation allowed me to play with hidden messages that became cryptic for those who observed them. I also found beauty in shivers and laughter.

Ultimately, I discovered my body, its tremors, desires, and sufferings. I understood that the Universe of WOMAN, to which I belong, is rich and exciting, but also tied to the past. A past that makes us, in many ways, submissive and despised. So, I chose woods with life-filled aromas and textures close to skin, to decisively paint in the form of a cry and a tremor, to share and denounce abuses and despises.

Contrary to what might be thought, my process is not painful. When I paint, draw, or write, the muses dance between music translated into images and sensory hues.

Copyright: Esperanza González Perlado