The artist left her homeland heading to the Basque Country in Spain. In that realistic space of refuge, the artist recurrently dreamt about a special space in the backyard of her childhood home. From that point, she started to attempt representing that unique space in different visual forms.

In that process, the artist unconsciously realizes that the image of the Vasco region, her realistic space of escape, closely resembles the image in her dream, and uses the photos as a source of unconscious images. Those images are photographs with specific forms, but combining collage and brush strokes of new colors the artist creates genuine images from the existing printed image. This does not remain as the single image displayed, but rather turns into an overall spatial image where the unconscious oneiric space and the images of reality converge into various mixed spaces.

Through this work, the artist realizes and relates the singularity of the space in her dream where she takes consciousness of herself as an independent subject from her parents during childhood, serving as a secret spiritual place for her vital growth.

A DREAM

It is an early summer day.
It is afternoon, around six.

The wind is not blowing, but somehow, I slightly feel the humidity of the summer.
There is no sound, just silence, as in a silent movie.

At times the wind seems to blow, but I cannot feel it.

The place where I am is me, the rest does not exist.

Even though I know I am an adult, it feels I am 8 or 10 years old.
I walk through the blue bushes, ignoring my actual age.

Weeds and wildflowers grow alongside a small stream.
I do not know the names of the plants, but they look such familiar.
The feeling is refreshing and comfortable.

It is the backyard of my old house, where I spent my childhood.
I recognize the bushes at the end of the acacia trees that along the stream perch next to the house.

I see green leaves and a dark shadow between them.
When I look at the shadow, I feel the need to cross through the bushes.
The green color of visible weeds varies in saturation and hue.
As I pass through the herbage, I feel comforted.

I explore it.
And the act stimulates my interest.

The sound of blades of grass colliding with each other as I break through fills everything,
the rest is silence.

Suddenly I feel as if a snake is going to emerge from the undergrowth, but the snake never appears.

Many emotions invade me.

I feel happiness, excitement, and a nice feeling of calm in my chest.

I am also afraid of the uncertain curiosity. But paradoxically it is a fear that feels natural, good, comfortable.
It is not weird. So even fear turns comfortable to me.

In this place, I feel like I can feel fear as something good.

The feeling is not the discomfort I felt when I was awake,
but it does not feel strange because it is a natural, elemental, pure.

End of the dream