book by leire ugalde
I’m very excited about publishing my work in La Lavandera, with Elena Aitzkoa and Raúl Domínguez.
I still don’t know what the book is going to be like.
I am overwhelmed by the infinity which I have begun to put in order.
I don’t even know what there is.
It’ll be a good, hard year of cleaning.
I am grateful for all the texts I needed in the past (that immersed me in a new life, even though I no longer remember it).
There will be certain, initiated investigations, diary, story.
One or two drawings like the ones I do with a ball-point pen in my notebook.
A few vaporised writings: that gradually become lost in themselves until there is nothing left.
A few second voices.
The actuality of the book will be determined by the period of life in which it is developed, while it is being written.
I already have a certain idea about the composition (I want it to be a book like bells).
Many of the texts will be eliminated and those that remain…a new thing
I gradually name them like a mantra
Elena
China
Fanny Mendelssohn
Because people see madness instead of lucidity in the drawings of A. Artaud
To have danced with Natalia.
I will also talk about my family,
about my mother, my father and my brother.
I will say that everything has been due to my love for them.
They were the first beings I knew.