"My mind is full of a mold that never goes away, it invades everything.
It fills the corners with humidity and sometimes I can only smell the confinement.
Checking each wall, I see photos hanging, gifts, memorabilia, scratches that had never interested me.
I have to choose what I am going to keep and what I can give... what things I will return.
I start to remove the wallpaper only to find another wallpaper and another and another and another and another.
They are layers and layers. Years
When I finish I can see all the mold that has filled my walls, but also everything that was behind them, what I hid until I was exhausted, until I forgot.
Now I can see My World. I can see myself now.
For me that is painting ❤️"
- Carla Escareno
It fills the corners with humidity and sometimes I can only smell the confinement.
Checking each wall, I see photos hanging, gifts, memorabilia, scratches that had never interested me.
I have to choose what I am going to keep and what I can give... what things I will return.
I start to remove the wallpaper only to find another wallpaper and another and another and another and another.
They are layers and layers. Years
When I finish I can see all the mold that has filled my walls, but also everything that was behind them, what I hid until I was exhausted, until I forgot.
Now I can see My World. I can see myself now.
For me that is painting ❤️"
- Carla Escareno