Joy and the distress, calm and the uneasiness, fear, anxiety, obsession, shock and insults, shame and shyness, the scream and the weeping, good love and bitter love... Through these, one by one or all at once, I begin to know my works when I create them. I do so hiding away in myself, alone there; am I there? In my hands I get my own shot of freedom: the inhabitants of my works and my desire for them to be however they want to be. They show what is hidden; they name the unnameable; thoughts and ideas that I would not otherwise dare to express without them. Together we let contemplation reign. What seems repulsive becomes charming; something adorable, disturbing. These metamorphoses are a fantastic medicine; another one for my many selves. Its active ingredients vehemently incite us to subject reality to objection, defying impositions and definitions.
In the process of creating my works, I listen carefully to my inner voice conversing with them. I transform the stories each one progressively tells me into its active ingredients, and also those that the various works with which I am working at the same time are telling to each other. I ingest and digest them with my imagination, giving the latter a free reign so that with its drive, characters emerge that seek to go beyond what can be seen in them with one’s eyes. The care and dedication that I put into their finishings allow me to emphasise the contrast of sensations they transmit. By doing so, I seek to arouse curiosity among those who look at them so as to approach them to get to know them.
The warning that in our own world being afraid is not worthy is always present with me and with my works: IT´S NOT WORTH BEING AFRAID, IT’S NOT WORTH BEING AFRAID, IT’S NOT WORTH BEING AFRAID.
Within that world, the pain stops hurting and the smile stops being laughable. I smile! Then I am no longer white; I get freckles and I'm not afraid to look at them.
Chubby cheeks; to my health!
My name is Natuka. There you have me; you have us.