Sierra Nevada

Sierra Nevada -23x30cm - Mixed Medium -Visit the store if you'd like to purchase the artwork.

 

The Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta is a mountain in Colombia and around it, the indigenous populations Arhuaco, Wiwa, Kogi, and Kankuamo live on its slopes. This place is also considered the heart of the world and its land is sacred. As we arrived at Pueblo Bello, the local authorities told us that we could not go to Nabusimake, the capital of the Arhuaco people, an indigenous community. Luckily we found a man from the same community that found a place where we could camp for 4 days. After 1/30h with the motorbike (no helmet, no streets, just dirt, rocks, rivers and snakes) we arrived at Jewrwa, an indigenous community. In order to stay there we had to do a ritual to purify our bodies and souls. We reached the Kankura (a house made of mud) and we were greeted by the Mamo (the spiritual guide) and other people that were around the bonfire. The Mamo gave us a string and we had to roll it around our hands for 60 times, thinking about our lives and our journey. Then, the son of the Mamo took us to the river where we had to swim in order to purify our bodies. When we came baci i k, the Mamo gave us a white bracelet that was the proof of our new purity and the permission to walk on their sacred land.

 

This was the most important journey of my life (up till now) and took me out of a very dark place. Going back to my roots. Nature is always a healer and here I felt I part of something greater than myself. 

 

I used colours based on photographs that I took while being there, nature, pineapples, rivers.

 

I wrote lyrics for this painting (translated from italian): 

 

My will to live

My feet are roots

deep down my essence

moments of infinite discovery

I want to live

accepting pain and love

nature as a cure for the wounds of the soul

the ones you can't touch

the ones you see in the morning when I can't get up

The heaviness in my chest is losing power

as I walk through valleys and streams

paths that bring me back to the real me

I don't need to fight anymore

I just have to let it go

I rest my head on a pillow of memories

Green and blue

 

And now that I see concrete monsters from my window

I think back to when we ran free

the future was always there

inside me

waiting.

Mood board

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