Poetic Self-portrait

 

My mother gave me birth in her seven months of pregnancy.

I was born full of mixtures of different ancestors that still whisper their long stories and soft songs in my ears.

I come from a long travel, and without stopping I follow the route into myself in an eternal walk.

I am coming from different cultures, from different countries, with different languages, flavors and diverse music that still enchant and transform the elemental art of my soul.

I paint what I hear.

I modify what I see.

I observe the river of people forgetting their own eyes.

Heaven is my ally.

The sun opens in its warmth for me every day and allows me to surrender to its solar waters.

If you look at me I capture your essence

and if you come peacefully by my side I can hear the vibration of your soul.

I am made of colors and hues that vibrate in my spirit.

With my light I jump through the puddles of shadows.

I extend the wide fields of my virgin canvases and I remain still to observe what they contain until the echo of my heart reveals to me the lines and forms of what is intrinsic in the breath of art which always takes me by surprise.

I am contained by myself, moving through the infinite map of the sky, where art is the compass of my eternal journey.

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Mari Gamarra

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Abu Dhabi, May 2018

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