Storms and astral events on coffee and tea cups
“Without the storms and rain, life would cease to be”
“I did not paint it to be understood, but I wished to show what such a scene was like; I got the sailors to lash me to the mast to observe it; I was lashed for four hours, and I did not expect to escape, but I felt bound to record it if I did”" J.M. William turner
The biggest storms take place at the core of our soul. This is a photographic diary that captures some of the inner storms and events that took place during the most intense, uncertain, fascinating times of my life. Times when hope and despair walked hand in hand, and the promise of love fueled the fire to keep fighting against all odds, dealing with uncertainties such as a pandemic, immigration unemployment, financial problems and loneliness.
We have coffee and tea almost every day. But is it ever the same cup of coffee? Do we never drink the same cup of tea? Is every day light and shadows the same as it was yesterday? Why do we like these simple but delightful rituals?. These moments give us a small window in space and time to think about our life, looking into our present, past and future, our hopes, dreams, wishes, sorrows, anxieties, trouble… In our solitude, with strangers, or with very special people we enjoy spending time with, sometimes developing special kinship and making way for special indelible memories. Sometimes also going through intense and difficult conversations. Enjoying a cup with someone we love, who we might see again for the next cup, or maybe will never have another cup with. But tea and coffee will be there for us, as long as we are here. Maybe a good question for Mr Juan Valdes is why do we insist on repeating the same rituals? As everything will wash away, like the water in the sink, the good the bad and in between, why not enjoy a tea and let it be?
After cups of tea and coffee are enjoyed, and the “storms”have passed, some mysterious photographic light flashes from the past, coming to illuminate the aftermath…
These are some of those remains of these simple beautiful moments, preserved into something beyond words and any reasonable explanation. Photographic monuments of ordinary and sublime moments, thoughts, experiences and feelings that were washed away with the next ritual: the storms at the kitchen sink, to follow the cycle of transformation of life. To make way for the next storm or astral event to take place.