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Career Path

Does time exist?
Lightning that I breathe,
memory that transits and body that responds.

Deya Delacruz

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September 1988, it was the happiest month of my life!
I finished university, ready to prepare and leave to
Rome and London, a dream come true!

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I let myself be seduced by humanistic knowledge, forming a bachelor’s degree in Philosophy and literature/Letters, and I was trapped in the lobby of my neural tissue of insight, entering at the same time in Bellas Artes, studying dramatic art, which I used as a weapon to leave my strong adolescent fears.

In the university, I studied cinematography and television production, both relating to theater. I belonged to several theater groups, where I put into practice what I learned in drama and really passed my tests of looking at the audience, without fainting, as I did in high school, when I looked at so many eyes … that made me shudder to feel them. “Casa de Trato ” was a special place with a splendid host, founder and Dominican writer, Freddy Ginebra. In that house, I had the opportunity to play so many times as an actress, and in other theaters, such as ” Fine Arts and the National Theater “with the excellent director of theater and declaimer Prof. Sergio Uribe.

These were very transcendental points of my life. I also joined the theater group of the university led by an excellent Dominican playwright, Haffe Serrulle, who was also my teacher in Fine Arts; I lived extraordinary moments in the group. I had the opportunity to work as a volunteer in the long journey of the Dominican film ” Un pasaje de Ida, de Agliberto Menendez “, cordially assembled and edited by the charge of the Dominican filmmaker, Pericles Mejia, in Santo Domingo. It was a wonderful experience to knit the montage together with Pericles and learn from him that beautiful technique in the laboratory: after a long filming session, to select the best scenes through cuts, join them in sequences and sit down to enjoy the scenes during work … It was a unique satisfaction. One day, all the students were in the practice of the script matter at the university with Prof. Jimmy Sierra, a very good teacher, when a notice arrived that they needed students to work in an Italian film production that was looking for staff in the area. Who do you think would be in the front row? I, of course! From my entire promotion group, I attended alone. In the end, I went to work in production. I wanted to intuit in the practical reality of live cinema, and entered the cast as a costume assistant. In the evenings, after we finished shooting the movie, I went out to dinner with the main group of the production, and there I met my future good Italian friends Roberto Orrú and especially, a great brother-friend Francisco Julius, an American, who resided in Rome permanently. This further motivated me to focus all my attention to finish my studies since the theater and the university had mined my love for studying in Europe, observing our national film library of studies for the great films of European cinema, and especially the Italians.

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Our professor of semiology, Humberto Frías, a great Dominican intellectual, out of series with his talent of wisdom, was a luminary …, the creator of the School of Cinema in the university and his great chairs on that Europe, full of culture, they inspired me a lot more … I did not have the slightest and palest idea of how I was going to get to the coveted and acclaimed millennial continent. Mind lined up in the year and a half that I needed to arrive at the time of my graduation. I delivered my thesis, I graduated and going through that time, I flew to Europe. I went to Rome, and in that same year of 1988, I entered the cortiles, Roman domes and cobblestones in the mystical Italian city, although my main destination was London.

I enjoyed a month’s vacation to meet Rome, an amazing world of ancient culture that I had studied in books and now I felt it like a bouquet of perfumed flowers caressing it between my hands, observing it, touching it and breathing it in deep silence, in front of the Roman forum, and looking towards the sky, evoke my thought …, – here, in this space, you clothe a place desired in the time! – … I lowered my sight, feeling the cold and the heaviness of its columns, that carried me to another infinite extension of History, of what was the capital of the Roman Empire, the beautiful Rome! In the Palatine, I found myself; it was a place where I dreamed of meeting the founders of Rome, the twins: Romulus and Remus, suckled by the Luperca, the wolf.

Another of the many things I wanted to step on, which I was very impressed by that city, was the famous engineering of the old Roman aqueducts, which seemed to me a feat to be able to see her one day, due to the ramifications of water sprinklers to so many places in bursts of fountains wherever you want, that understood it, a wonderful feat for that time. What a richness Europe truly has! Worthy of the greatest respect, glorious for its art! … There I lived the best years of my life. Where I put myself into play in so many unique creative facets really. I was able to carry out so many important events and move young people into art and produce in my country, a small replica of the Italian culture and language of beloved Rome. I have gratitude to beauty that I managed to feel from each place I lived and visited, which adorned my organic existence of memory mergers that always flow with diamonds in my mind, that is priceless and I will take them with me forever as love dances, where my tunic white flower, touched by magical rubies, leans every time I think of those beautiful cities and especially, I want to thank the extraordinary people I met and accompanied me by completely ennobling my life there and there were so many …, exclusively, in London, England, Rome and Parma, Italy. Gratitude’s …, always!

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Arriving in Rome to establish my residence in December 1989, my heart opened to other porticos unknown at the time.

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In the silence

In the silence of professional and family changes in my life, I decided to face two companies: the first: to dedicate myself completely to my daughter until she enters university, I am one step away from concluding her. The second: to confront myself with my new artistic route, not that of producer, director, curator, organizer, cinematographer or actress, but rather, the one that simply writes and paints, great challenges to follow…, in nuanced skies of sand flights coveted gold, I enter this month of April 2018, opening my petals to the Light, with bronzed wings and shone in time with silent fragrances and sighs … I want to elevate the Infinite, thank you for giving me another embrace in fires of experiences in this life.

When I hold my hand to the pencil and the paper, the intimate Instant with the Infinite is created, and the picture is the result of those vibrations that I feel in brushstrokes of colors, and there is my scented flower that means something.

In the darkness of the abyss, there is the opportunity to offer Light, the intrinsic force to feel the Diamond Sun, which enters my senses, piercing the trees and breaking the spaces until it receives its Light, and the mud shines like gold, blooming the Lotus Flower and life shines more and more at the tip of the obelisk, so far I have come to learn to fly … from white to black and from black to white and to know that only light has power!