THE THEFT OF THE SKIN
ARTISTS IN RESIDENCE. Zacobian, PALMA DE MALLORCA, SPAIN

The dragon is a composite animal: here has a body of a snake, a crocodile head, bat wings and birds pawn. Carrying the snake attribute and its character. it shows the tongue has a forbidden childish challenge . But it is also something else.

Dark Clay Ceramic hand-mold. Guache painted and adorned with “gift” from the seashore: stone, shells, waterplant, poseidonia, glass …

“The power of life causes the snake to shed its skin, just as the moon sheds its shadow. The serpent sheds its skin to be born again, as the moon its shadow to be born again. They are equivalent symbols. Sometimes the serpent is represented as a circle eating its own tail. That’s an image of life. Life sheds one generation after another, to be born again. The serpent represents immortal energy and consciousness engaged in the field of time, constantly throwing off death and being born again. There is something tremendously terrifying about life when you look at it that way. And so the serpent carries in itself the sense of both the fascination and the terror of life.”

The Power of Myth, Joseph Campbell


When I work outside of my local environment … it’s a shock for mind and body, it is a sensorial discover. I am a sponge. Palma and the friends I made and encounter …I always looking for a point of connections in site with the place, a relationship with it. The light, the color palette so, shapes around all of these. And life/art happens: I study, I research, I absorb, I walk, I ride, I loved and I create something, who leads to something else, and so on. It is a restitution through my stomach, my head, my skin (la piél), my hands.

La donna-fera, the woman-dragon the dragon-woman.
The final piece is inspired by a 1200 aC painting: the woman rides the dragon and become the dragon. sometimes the dragon turn into a woman, sometimes their both melt in a new being. always mutating, as life
Painted Cardboard, metal and mixed media, here on canvas.

On the plane on my way to Mallorca, I am reading “Women who run with the wolves“ by Clarissa Pinkola Estés when I bump in the primitive fable „The theft of the skin“.
It tells a story of a woman among women, who for dancing on the seashore, leaves her animal skin aside. Once back, she found it stolen by a lonely man. He tricks the woman to stay and live with him on the surface, keep him company, so one day she will have her skin back. the woman, curious and without choice agreed.

But the time pass, so her days away from her tribe, her identity stolen, she grows sick and tired till one day thank to an external help she gets her skin back, run to sea, reach her tribe and so she re-born. as gets backs, and tells her story and went through experience, she becoming a new being. And re-born.

What interests me is the steal of an own identity, and the re-born with new identity… she is not the same as before but a new version of herself. Went to an unwanted challenging experience, she renovate with a new identity.

Holy Water / Acqua Santissima.
in water we are not yet alive, of water are we also made. in water. we swim and float, in water we reborn.
Guache, acrylic, pastels on canvas.

Vessel : modular sculpture as dragon skin left behind, or something precious to take care of.
White ceramic glazed on surface