Sun (and) Age: The ages of loneliness

In this exhibition I make a journey through the ages of my solitude IN THREE STAGES:

1. ‘The challenge of light’: The age of darkness.
The prelude to imposed solitude.
2. ‘The Journey of the Madwoman’: The age of the gestation of light.
Images from my unwanted solitude and the slow walk towards a new world.
3.    The Red and the Sea: The Age of the Sun
The prelude to a new dawn, the blood pact with life between sky and emotion.

Through these apparently unconnected works, I want to reveal to you how to go through solitude so that, far from being a hardship, it becomes a space for growth. 
This journey begins with a work born from pure intuition, which I later understood as the prelude to an imposed solitude.
This imposition began to delineate itself in the social sphere and, little by little, filtered into the refuge of my own domestic walls. There, the incomprehension became denser and denser, until it culminated in absolute isolation. But with time, I understood that, far from being just a void, it was a space for transformation, an opportunity to listen to myself and to find, in the midst of silence, the way to build a new reality.
Each brushstroke, each word written in the intimacy of my studio in Florence, was a refuge, a way to make sense of what seemed incomprehensible. I clung to creation as the only certainty, as a bridge between darkness and clarity. I was called crazy so many times that I decided to disguise myself as madness and set out on a journey. 
Little by little, the walls began to blur and I had the courage to go out, with my shadows in tow and the brightness of the sun as my banner. This is how the illustrations of El Viaje de la Loca were born.
Once out of my confinement, in an explosion of white, blue and life, I returned to my hometown, Malaga, where I was welcomed by the sea, which, in its incessant swaying of infinity and foam, taught me how to manage my tides. I dressed in red and decided to anchor myself to the earth from the most absolute connection with the four elements.
Today, I know that the images that once witnessed so much uncertainty, were laden with universal messages, open windows to a new horizon. In them resonates the story of a journey in which solitude, paradoxically, between jolts, detours and pushes, led me to find my own truth. 
I learned that sometimes, in the desolation of seeing two souls inexorably drifting apart, one can hide the opportunity to discover that the best company is to be found in the very centre of our own existence in direct communion with nature.