My Story
My story with wool comes from another life.
In this one, came back to me in 2017.
Returned to transform the pain, to help me in my reconquest, to weave fragments of my life.
That day was the beginning of everything.
Over the years a lot changed, but there was something that remained intact, that strength, that voice that always told me that there was something more than what I knew waiting for me.
To be writing this today, I had to tear down a few beliefs, fighting several battles and tear off a few layers.
Wool and art allowed me to connect with new parts, places that I didn't know existed, but above all things they showed me the way, the one that makes my skin crawl.
In 2021, after a vacations in Mallorca, it became clear to me that the life I had built for myself no longer resonated with me.
A year and a half later, I left Uruguay and moved to the island, I'm still here.
I began the journey back to this land, one very similar (and not so similar), to the one my great-grandmother Saladina made more than 80 years ago from Spain to Uruguay.
I began to navigate new depths, explore new territories, my gaze changed again.
I began to inhabit the silence, time stopped slipping away, I understood that as long as I have myself, I will always be in home.
I write my story every day, weaving living memories.
If you want to know more about this trip, I invite you to browse my diary, there you will find short stories that I share from my Substack account. Convesations at home, away from the noise and urgency. Subscribe to receive them in your inbox by clicking here.. ¡See you soon!