Arteles Catalogue 2023-2020

Silence Awareness Existence program / MARCH 2020
Ayesha L. Rubio
Spain
www.ayeshalrubio.com
About
Ayesha L. Rubio is a visual artist and writer.
She works mainly in creating children’s books for the
international market. Still, her Fine Arts background and her
love for film and literature keep her curiosity alive to expand
her creativity into different practices and fields in the artistic
realm.
She has a particular interest in exploring emotions, the
language of the dormant mind, and the relationship between
humans and nature. One of her recurrent scenarios is the
woods as the symbolic space to step into subconsciousness
and inner exploration where fears, dreams, and desires, are
always mirrored by the wilderness’ symbolism.
A window with a view
It was snowing when we drove from the bus station to Arteles.
As the landscape cleared from buildings and traffic lights
to give space to the white planes and trees, I knew I was
exactly where I needed to be. Everything that followed was
an immersive journey into the unknown wilderness of the
surroundings I instantly merged with.
Every day I sat at my desk, and I could spend hours just
looking through my window. The window I became obsessed
with. The light through its uneven glass, painted the wall with
brush strokes changing colors, depending on the weather:
snow, sun, rain. It framed the tree in front of me, where
the jackdaws perched all day long, busy with their musical
chatter. Or the flight of the geese back and forth over the
frozen lake. My window presented me with a landscape of
silence and beauty that made me wish I could put wheels to
it and just carry it with me forever.
That window was the lighthouse keeping my focus on the
writing process, providing a constant flow of creativity.
The silent weekends and the daily meditation cleared all the
noise in my head, and I felt at peace. I discovered the quiet
joy the sauna ritual gave me. Carrying the logs, starting the
fires, filling the water tank, feeding the hungry flames until
everything was wrapped in that unique steam. The crackle of
the fire, the white wilderness, and my window was everything
I could ask for.