While trying to tame the beast of memory, I built a ship, to sail to what once was ISLA DESCONOCIDA. Without knowing, trying the memory, nowhere really and somewhere.
A sailor/a child/a castaway try.
To sail/to sleep/to dream.
To accept/forget/embrace.
En un canto, tierra, mar, tierra, tierra.
A voyager asks for a ship to find the unknown island, a journey layered with the ideas of memory and remember the island which cannot be found, only the remains of its echo, found in a paper boat, and the willingness to truly believe he can find himself.
“You are mistaken” I cried. “I do not wish to dispute, but you have forgotten much, and with every day that passes you forget more! There is no shame in forgetting: It is our nature to forget as it is our nature to grow old and pass away. But seen from too remote a vantage, life begins to lose its particularity. All shipwrecks become the same shipwreck, all castaways the same castaway, sunburnt, lonely, clad in the skins of the beasts he has slain. (Coetzee, J.M. Foe. Penguin Random House. 1986. pg 17-18)
This piece was created thanks to the support of Hogfish Arts Residency in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. Thank you Matt and Edwin Cahill.