“A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav’n.”

― John Milton, Paradise Lost    

   The body we inhabit is also the space and the mind. This experience is an invitation to keep present and to perceive the thresholds, those points where the senses are confused ... Synesthesia!

   There is no outside, the external is a reflection of the internal: microcosm and macrocosm.

   The anthropomorphism present in the sculptures highlights our autopoiesis: the ability of living beings to produce themselves. However, we are not able to transcend alone, since we are all the same.

   The latent ambiguity in Carolina's artistic practice works both as irony and as a metaphor for human duality, because it seduces us to question how connected to mother earth we are and how much we still can be.

   What did we learn during social isolation? Our strain was a witness to its own bitter taste, the punishment of deprivation was and perhaps still will be, the result of our insatiable thirst for the material. We see the consequences of the environmental impact that we cause daily, longing for the garden of Eden that we sometimes inhabit in our imagination.

   May the aromas of these fabrics dyed by ancient techniques, in communion with the sacred feminine, purge us of all evil. May the smoke from the palo santo take our best intentions to the skies, and may the ashes return to the land that will happily feed on everything we want to leave behind.

   The magnitude of nature has already stirred mythological stories in man, worthy of fascination and awe, the proposal when we enter this poetic attempt to recreate a garden is to ask the other what we will take together from this moment, in an ethereal perspective.

   What sublimates from the fertile land?

Thiago Verardi

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