55 Burned

I started these collages without knowing what I was looking for. A sketchbook I found on the street, which I simply wanted to fill with collages made from magazines I already had at home. No buying anything. No plan. Cut, paste, repeat.

The strange part came later. I thought about burning them all, so in theory nothing mattered, and yet I became obsessed with the details. Eyes, lips, colors, shapes. Two months of precision for something that was meant to end in ashes.

That is when I understood something. If everything disappears anyway, it is better to enjoy the process. Without fear. Without pressure. Without the usual “is this right?”. To make them and care for them all equally, knowing the ending was already decided.

It reminded me that lately I had been the one making everything more complicated. That is what the 55 collages taught me. The life cliché: what matters is not the ending, but the journey. Because in the end, this is only about beginning.

Empecé estos collages sin saber qué buscaba. Era un block de hojas que me había encontrado en la calle y que solo quería llenar con collages de revistas que ya tenía en casa. Sin comprar nada. Sin plan. Cortar, pegar, repetir.

Lo raro pasó después. Pensé quemarlos todos, así que en teoría nada importaba, y aun así me obsesioné con los detalles. Ojos, labios, colores, formas. Dos meses de precisión para algo que iba a terminar en cenizas.

Y ahí entendí algo. Si todo desaparece igual, mejor disfrutar el proceso. Sin miedo, sin presión, sin el famoso “¿está bien?”. Hacerlos y quererlos a todos por igual, sabiendo que el final ya estaba decidido.

Me recordó que últimamente era yo quien estaba complicando todo. Eso me enseñaron los 55 collages. El cliché de la vida: que lo importante no es el final, sino el viaje. Al final, esto solo va de empezar.

See what happen.