Lola lives in a golden cage from which she cannot find the strength to leave, but one day she manages to follow her own instinct and, chasing her dream of a lifetime, escapes to the Western world to recreate her life, pertinent to her own being.
Lola escapes, cries, runs, lives out her own desires, listens to the voice within her soul, rediscovers the pleasure of free dialogue speaking her own mind; she throws away the mask, removing her veil and flies away towards the moonlight that seems to show her the way to freedom.
She is finally happy, now she fills her lungs completely when she breathes, she reasons on a universal scale, she plans each moment of her new everday life without repression. Lola smiles with her eyes, breaking through every lock of her own padded prison, breaking through every barrier that prevented her from sharing real emotions, blasting away every wall that blocked her passage towards riappropriating her own sensorial apparatus.
Now Lola lives, but she finds herself in an opposite reality: one of excessive freedom without rules that exalts consumerism of useless things and containers instead of the contents. Western society imposes different esthetic codes upon her for self-acceptance and Lola, who forgets the sacrifices she made to free herself of her previous reclusion, without realizing, confused by the blinding idea of beauty at any cost, transforms her own body with plastic surgery, losing not only her natural physical aspect but her own self in the process.
Lola has passed from one prison into another and this time it will most likely be much more difficult to escape.
Museologue and Art Critic
The table is the meeting, the communion, the sharing of food and ideas.
So it was obvious that the table should be round so that each person could see each other.
I made a sculpture with tattoos and on its back are the 3 monotheistic religions and a dove that represents peace.
With time, the cells took the shape of petals. Each person sits in front of a petal-shaped tray.
On each petal there is a symbol of a nun and each tray has the colour of her religion.
The table brings together Catholics, Muslims, Jews, humanists, Buddhists, and the white petal represents agnostics, atheists.
In the center of the table we find a dove, symbol of peace.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to have representatives of each of these religions around the table and share food and ideas?
Don't all spirituals drink from the same source of life and love?
Do they not have the same message of kindness, justice, gratitude, forgiveness and tolerance?
My table has a message of tolerance and peace