Talk to me about love
We met in Nicosia, at a dinner where the rule was to talk about
love. A dinner between women, a sort of artistic «banquet» filmed as
a performance. But we both quickly forgot the instructions and,
abandoning the imposed theme, we ventured out of the platitudes, to
a real meeting. I did not know her passion about geology at the
time, but what I felt in the cold of that hangar was the solar
presence of this powerful and luminous woman, bright and vivacious,
who enlightened for me this gastronomic moment.
In the hubbub of the conversations, I retained a few words that echo
in me at the memory of this dinner: cave, exploration, journey,
walk, passion, stone, child ... wasn’t that talking about love in a
different way? A powerful love that attracts Marina, with the
aquatic name, towards the Earth, towards the interior of the Earth,
in a quest for origins, where the opposites meet, darkness and
light, the source and the tomb, where the sky is reflected in the
abyss, at the place itself where the separation has not yet taken
place.
A lively, deep and sensitive presence to this millennial memory that
she lives as a metaphor of her own body: woman, mother, lover,
artist would hold in Marina to this same and unwavering attachment
to the mineral kingdom, and if we can read in the blue of her eyes
as the infinite echo of this powerful quest, is that her music is
indeed that of spaces devoid of all intention.
In the manner of this stone called cairn, which, along the path
indicates a direction without ever specifying its name, would Marina
be faced with this indecipherable enigma? There is no answer in her
work, no certainty, no assurance coming to protect the energy
deployed to this progression, whose space expands and whose horizon
moves away together with the advance of the march. Only a few signs,
a few traces, just visible, that are different from what exists,
allow to think that an underground labour is at work, a work that is
revealed only by the look and the attention that we want to give. |