Events &
Performances

Art
Exhibitions

TV Shows
& Videos

Education & Media
Resources

Artist
Opportunities

 








 
Natalia Cardenas de Bedout
Brooklyn, NY



ARTIST STATEMENT: As a woman of the contemporary culture, I ask myself the reasons behind the obsessive-compulsive behaviors that surround the female gender, and use this self-referential experience as a departure point for my artistic practice. Concepts behind my work are born from a series of reflections about being a woman, based on everyday life and observations and concerns regarding the human body, perfection, age, maternity, home, as well as personal feelings like “love and lovelessness,” as they interlace with notes about personal experiences, daily acts, and traces of my memory. The consolidation of a given work of mine consists usually of various phases: The body is a natural place where we engrave and keep our perceptions. A need of using a self-portrait and/or those of others near me, emerges and are developed in the media of photography and performance as usual initial vehicles of my creative process. From this media, work evolves into other media such as painting, drawing, etching and mixed media. I talk about human condition—its fragility and simultaneous strength—and explore the possibilities of the body to reveal poetic feeling by means of the acceptance of vulnerability.
More...

Bookmark and Share


 







IT’S TIME TO GO HOME A second is bounded between the tic tac and while that time comprises that second, eternity is possible…an hour narrows sixty minutes, one minute sixty seconds, like this and in successively minor units we could continue transforming the past into a present that we pretend to keep, that he doesn’t pass that, inevitably, only jumps to continue the path. While he, time, continues its endless path, me a clock, repeat minute by minute, second by second parts of infinity ”. “Soy reloj. Balanza” (I am clock. Scale). Urban Gallery How to know when it is time to go home? It is perhaps an hour that clocks don’t show, in that moment when the heart tells you to fly and simply let go. It’s Time to Go Home, is that instant in which time stops indefinitely and invites us to get installed in a place we like, where we feel comfortable, the one we call home. In our childhood time we used to feel safe, because living the childhood time is letting us be surprised by facts that transform in events that move us, because they bring us back the memory and the nostalgia of emotions apparently forgotten. Because time is life, and life rests in the heart, like Michael Ende tells us. The clock takes us to time, the eternal comeback; because of its circularity it symbolizes the mandala which is used in the East as an instrument for contemplation and meditation to help the spirit advance from a corporeal to a spiritual state. . Time also marks the heartbeat and the melody of a song; it is so ephemeral “Five minutes are enough to dream for the rest of the life, that is how relative time is ”, as Mario Benedetti said. Time is mysterious, but it is completely an everyday issue, sometimes we just limit ourselves to take it as it comes, without really thinking about it. And there are calendars and clocks to measure it, although one hour might seem to us an eternity, the other, instead, goes by in an instant. When we are sad time tries to stop and go by in slow camera; when we are in ecstasy it seems as if it didn’t last more than a simple breath. We, ourselves, are and mark time, we create it, we pause it, we accelerate it, we consume it. That tic-tac is the rhythm of life, a gift that sometimes imprisons us, that is why some times I would like for it to stop in the instant where I am happy so it would last eternally, or at that moment before crying, before sadness, for the soul not to feel oppressed. This work is based on a clock detained in time (an object that my great grandfather gave my father when he went to live in New York), and at the same time complements the idea of finally going home, and that home is New York. In this action I go back to my childhood when I used to play with helium balloons and create my own time, because its time to fly and let go, IT’S TIME TO GO HOME, its time to go north.


NORTHERN FALL Video-installation 1:30 min Suitcase: 34x 26.5 x 12 cm We are beings of light, voyagers of the universe, we come of love strength without measure; we are perfect expressions of its nature and we have the purpose of giving testimony of its love during our voyage. Our ultimate goal is to go back to it to merge again in its luminous fountain… Mauricio Llano We are constantly in search of our north, that one that we call home. But what is our north, that fixed spot that guides us, that is constant and always present? The north is always there, that is why compasses guide navigators. Life experiences form a map, a chart to find that NORTH. Each individual has within his own compass that subtly shows the way forward, tracing his own and singular itinerary. From the moment we are conceived, we undertake constant voyages along our lives, we are always in transit and our final destination is to come back. In the words of Eduardo Cirlot: “…from a spiritual point of view, the voyage is never only to move in space, but the tension in the search and the change that determines the movement and the experience that comes from it. This voyage implies movement and this is the essence of life, its constant, it is usually circular and spiral not only because of the tendency to complete cycles, but because of the tendency towards the whole; it is reproduced many times throughout life. One of the ways to be part of the universal energy is whirling; we see it in the Dervishes, the mystic whirlers reach ecstasy with their dance, they whirl for hours until going into a trance, a union with divinity and fusion with the whole. Some time during our childhood we played to spin and spin until getting dizzy, it was perhaps a way to be enraptured, to be hypnotized to then land, then, why not go back to being children and whirling until finding our north? My north points out to New York; a city that connects me with the past, the present and the future, a city that includes realities and unrealities, completing cycles. In this voyage to New York I dream again and I am a child again, and in it I want to be an adult. In the words of Fernando Pessoa: “Voyages are for voyagers. What we see is not what we see, it is what we are” The sense of our life is a love voyage, where our body is a vehicle to our voyage and earth is its place. The need to begin this trip is innate to our species. This job is part of the game, a rhythm of cities that point always to the north, to New York (my north). “The place we love, that is our home; a place that our feet can abandon, but our hearts cant”, says Oliver Wendell Holmes. With this action I come back to my simple childhood, tacking a daily gesture like dancing, where I play being a compass and turn until finding the north. It is a look which retains the privilege of a child´s view, a perspective that in adulthood allows me to re-imagine each experience, going back to being a child, changing the rhythm, flowing constantly, because “We are our memory, we are that fanciful museum of inconstant forms, that pile of broken mirrors” as Borges said, that makes me notice the power of memory and all that is within it, and makes me ask myself, which is the map that I shall trace for the voyage”


Sometimes I ask myself: What is the correct distance? And, what I find is that we sill never find the right way to get to close or away from ourselves... To escape to find ourselves. We follow our own steps believing we are taking new ones, but all is the product of time; it makes possible forgetfulness and renovation...


 








647 Fulton Street
Brooklyn, NY 11217

718.683.5600
bric@BRICartsmedia.org

Directions to BRIC House > Contact BRIC >

BRIC IS THE LEADING PRESENTER OF FREE CULTURAL PROGRAMMING IN BROOKLYN.

We present and incubate new work that reflects the diversity that surrounds us.

Find us on social.

Privacy Policy| Mobile site| design and technology by blenderbox | contemporary artist registry by ClearDev LLC