Ever since I was a little girl I imagined myself not having legs, or at least having difficulty walking. Then — when they discovered I was myopic in the right eye, raising the possibility of temporary blindness — something that could happen suddenly and that I couldn’t avoid or prevent.
There I was getting ready as if preparing for the game of the day when something terrible happened: a tumor somewhere in my body or an accident left me with manual limitations.
Nothing. Each of us has our morbid notions, but it’s curious, I’d never imagined myself without hands or lacking the ability to move them.
My hands are so important that I can’t conceive of myself without them. I learned how to carve wood when I was around 20, and while I used a blade to give form to an acana, jiqui or quiebrahacha trunk, I became a more docile, a more contemplative human being – more involved with the inner me.
When I carved, my thoughts flew. My mind was active, but I could go hours without talking, though that worried my mother a lot.
One fine day I decided to quit doing it. Until that moment I had only carved wood that I had found or that was given to me, but gradually this became difficult and I sold some of my pieces in order to survive. That was the first leap into the world of business, which was something I wasn’t prepared for. I didn’t have the right material conditions or the intention of becoming any kind of production machine.
Later I learned how to knit: needles and thread made up for the lack of wood. To devise some kind of application, I practiced the stitches that stimulated my concentration. While I knitted, in addition to counting the stitches I would think of what I wanted to make – but not only in terms of the fabric; I would also consider what would help me to create later on.
From those magic moments in which I would connect with my deepest being, ideas were born for two children books. Neither of them has been published, but I still have hope.
Meanwhile I continue knitting. Difficult times accompany us (when haven’t they?) so sometimes I manage to sell a handbag. I do it — though I’m not good at handling sales — but I attempt it even if it’s not my objective. I use the fabric to create, to understand and know myself better, to give things to my friends, to create beautiful things with my hands…while I can still move them.