INFINITE VITALITY OF MATTER
DIALOGUES WITH WOOD
We could say that everything is random, or rather, that with an open perception, we are able to give meaning to every random thing. Our eyes probably see and find what we are seeking subconsciously.
I remember that first site visit on an island in the south of Chile. It was supposed to be short and intense, but the need to breathe the sea air and feel that cold and salty smell before returning to the capital pulled me onto the beach for a few minutes. There, standing a few meters away from the shore, I saw colors floating in the water: agonizing pieces of wood were coming going with the sea and its slow waves, and even from a distance, they captivated me. It was winter, but this wasn’t an excuse for not wading into the water and dragging them to the shore… This was the first of many encounters and trips that would later form part of this work that involved mixed reflections on art and poetry.
Suddenly, the entire color palette of those southern boats, sculpted by some seaside carpenter, was at my feet. Oranges, turquoises, vermilion, forest green, golden yellow, ultramarine blue… Enamels that I knew well, but these coats of paint, added to the wear and tear of water and time, were a new and sublime revelation. I saw the craftsman’s skilled hands carve, paint over and over, bend the wood using steam, manipulate the rudder, lower the anchor, prepare the mate, weather out the storm, and return home. I was looking at talking matter.
I decided to photograph them. I wanted to dialogue with them and take them with me wherever I went. Printed in a small format with aural proportions, I carried them around in a folder for almost a year, and after using this as a sketchbook, diary, and notebook for calculations, appointments, to-do lists and reflections, they became witnesses to my contingency and unwittingly gave way to my first artist’s book, INFINITE VITALITY OF MATTER / dialogues with wood.