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WHAT IS AN ARTIST? ... I DO NOT KNOW IF I CAN ANSWER THIS QUESTION, BUT

PERHAPS I CAN TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT IT: IT WAS A SUNDAY IN AUTUMN. I WENT FOR A WALK THROUGH CENTRAL PARK IN NEW YORK, AND I WAS WAITING AT A TRAFFIC LIGHT TO CROSS THE STREET. BESIDE ME THERE WAS A MOTHER WITH HER DAUGHTER. IT WAS EASY TO REALIZE WE HAD BEEN IN THE SAME PLACE, FOR SHE, PROUDLY, WAS HOLDING IN HER HAND A YELLOW LEAF---ONE OF THE THOUSANDS THAT COVER THE GROUND IN AUTUMN. SUDDENLY A BLADE WIND SNATCHED THE LEAF FROM THE GIRL'S HAND, AND A STRANGE PANIC SEIZED HER. I JUMPED TO THE TRAFFIC AND RECOVERED THE LEAF, GIVING IT BACK TO THE GIRL. YOU WOULD ASK, WHY? THAT LEAF WAS NOT A SIMPLE LEAF. IT WAS THE RECORD, THE FOSSIL OF A SUNDAY HAPPINESS.

TO BE AN ARTIST IS TO UNDERSTAND THAT, TO JUMP INTO TRAFFIC AND RESCUE THAT HAPPINESS, REGARDLESS OF IN WHICH FORM IT IS REVEALED TO US.

 

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From Magazine Encuentros, “Interview with Moisès Fernández Via”  November 2012