Mirfak
Rocío Pousadas Alonso // AR-ES
This project is born from an impulse to draw closer to Mirfak, a star that has become a symbol and guide in my recent time. Its light calls me to traverse harsh, unexplored territories that feel distant, and to recognise within them the uninhabited zones of my own being. It is a journey from the shadow: that space where the unconscious and the repressed find a voice and a form.
In this process, the book Meeting the Shadow served as my companion and mirror, posing a question that runs through the entire work: How can you find a lion that has devoured you? — C. Jung.
I wonder… is it possible to go in search of the shadow? Each piece was an attempt to trace paths toward the unseen, to summon what appears invisible to our eyes, accepting that there is no ideal place to arrive at, but rather a willingness to be open to the encounter. The texts that emerge — I Am Not That, Unexplored Territory, 90% Pure Gold, Reconciliation, Ritual — function as fragments of a personal cartography.
The proposal seeks to generate a space for collectively traversing the unknown, allowing each person to recognise their own uninhabited zone.
Te señalé con el dedo.
¿La ves?
Una persona con su cuerpo
inclinado hacia una fuerza invisible.
Abstraída del mundo real.
Quién soy cuando
descubro cosas nuevas.
Quién soy cuando nadie me mira.
Les grito para que ahora me vean.
Si te prestara mi fuerza,
podrías construir una casa.
Si te acercaras un poco,
podrías oler la valentía.
Si pudieras ver más allá de lo visible,
descubrirás hazañas, excitantes
lo que atraviesa los pensamientos.
Abrirse a las pasiones puede ser como
chocar contra un muro.
Pero somos valientes
explorando nuevos territorios.
Qué pasa si reemplazamos lo correcto por lo salvaje
la prudencia por la aventura,
el miedo por la valentía,
el juicio por la risa.
Y la boca abierta
como si pudiera entrar una pelota,
haciendo fuerza.
Fuiste un puente
hacia eso.
¿Qué se despierta abajo?
antes del pensamiento.
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I pointed at you.
Can you see her?
A person with her body
leaning towards an invisible force.
Lost in thought, detached from the real world.
Who am I when
I discover new things?
Who am I when no one is watching me?
I shout at them so they’ll see me now.
If I lent you my strength,
you could build a house.
If you came a little closer,
you could smell courage.
If you could see beyond the visible,
you’d discover thrilling feats
that pierce through thoughts.
Opening up to passions can be like
hitting a brick wall.
But we’re brave
when exploring new territories.
What if we replaced the right with the wild,
prudence with adventure,
fear with courage,
judgement with laughter.
And the open mouth
as if a ball could enter,
straining.
You were a bridge
towards that.
What awakens beneath?
before thought.
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