« Freedom doesn’t need wings, what it needs is to take root »
Octavio Paz (1918-1998)
Migrating, going away, leaving the nest, spreading your wings and taking off, searching for Elsewhere.
Then, while traveling, becoming aware of the strong ties that bind you to your history and family.
But unknowingly, you’ve already built new bonds elsewhere, new networks and you take root again.
Two lives, roots on one side, fruits on the other one? More and more roots? These two lives cannot meet, that’s how it is, irreversible.
Sometimes this can create misunderstanding, a feeling of incompleteness.
But which of these two worlds do you belong to? You are the hinge of these two worlds.
My son is French, he talks to me in French and corrects my pronunciation. But he will always have this particular tie with
Argentina, because both worlds were there since he was born.
He is part of me, he comes from my nest, but has his own wings. Forever bound to one another, we move independently.
That’s the power of family. There is no border, no distance, no language before this power, just Love.
My jewels illustrate my history and my search for elsewhere Wings, chained together but mobile, free but tied, inseparable but independent.