Por aquí, en la casita azul con rombos

Abstract

As a way of summary, I present to you what you will find from here on: so that you can prepare, so that we are always on the same page. Everything has an origin; the doubts that run through me on this occasion are no exception. Before arriving here, I had already begun to rummage through piles. Books from ancestors, personal concerns, and one of the most important figures in this story, my grandmother, open the text.

It is not among my wishes that you think this is an irrelevant artistic whim; a whim it may be, but never irrelevant. It is important that you understand how I feel and the urgency to continue researching this topic, so through a narrative, I hope to achieve that objective: that for a moment you put yourself in my shoes, even if they are not your size, even if they are not your style, and can understand me a little better.

The doubts that do not allow me to move forward have to be resolved, or at least an attempt is made. For this reason, the following passage you will find is a review of authors such as Paul Ricoeur and Marianne Hirsch and their positions on memory, or Anna Maria Guasch and Jacques Derrida with their ideas on the archive, contrasted with my own.

The selection of authors I brought allowed me to contrast positions: to take a little from here and there, to reject others, but hardly to fully agree. Therefore, continuing with the text, I took the liberty of explaining my own positions regarding elements I found to be key to my way of situating myself in relation to theory, artistic creation, and memory practices.

Finally, you will find a glimpse of the artistic process that has accompanied, day by day, each of the discoveries and learnings I obtained here.