Marcelo Wong: Corazón Corazón | CAS Project
Last year I worked with Carlos Revilla in the same kind of project. The name says it all; Arte por una Sonrisa (art for a smile). Like I previously explained, an well known Peruvian artist gets together with a kid to then work on a piece together. Last year, he created a sculpture of a tower of cupcakes with one of his signature “gorditos” on top of it holding a heart. In all honesty it was a beautiful sculpture but after the painting I created with Carlos Revilla—one which so much and different meanings—I wanted to do something greater, something meaningful; relatable.
I got together with him just about August was about to end (if you google him you’ll be able to see that all of his sculptures are very dreamy; almost cartoon like), we talked for a while as we looked through our imaginations to see what we could come up with. We agreed on making a sculpture, for which we’d first need to make out of clay to then make a mold for the final product.
We wanted to do a “gordito” for sure, that was going to be his input to the piece, and I was left to think about what would be mine. I discarded a million and one different things. From wings, to planes, to jetpacks, etc. Until I came across an idea that he had never tried to implement along with one of his pieces; a heart. But not any heart, not like the one you can see in the picture above, but I wanted to do something more realistic, something raw, pure, unprocessed, untreated, unrefined… crude.
Recently I had been experiencing loss, which I was able to express through this piece, as I somewhat explain in my blog “El gordito azul”; “It was a huge blue heart; a real, raw, heart. Something crude; something you don’t often see around — and a “gordito” holding it above himself, displaying it to the world — being both strong and incredibly vulnerable, all at once. To me this meant the world. It said so many different things at once. For me, it told the story of so many things that happened in my life. My brother leaving. Losing my grandma, my aunt, and my dad too — even though physically, he’s still here. My first love and heart-break. My relationship with my mom. Having no one that understands nor listens. Losing hope. Feeling lost. Feeling alone. Feeling sad. Feeling like there aren’t the words, or enough words, to explain yourself. The pain which is no longer there but you still remember quite vividly, among a million other things, but most importantly, pulling through all that and coming out stronger than ever.” This piece was incredibly personal to me, because it not only meant all of this to me, but I was finally able to stop being—more than anything—embarrassed of my feelings and somehow finally accept that I wasn’t what I had displayed to everyone that surrounded me, that I wasn’t made of steel, but that I was human too.
I began working on the heart, which begun like this. I had never done something like this before, and even Marcelo, with all of his experience, had never either. Shaping it was quite the task because of the details and the size (around 50+cm in height). I had little guidance on it and therefore decided to get creative and although I still wanted it to resemble a heart, and I was still going to, I just let my imagination “wing it”.
Because of the circumstances it turned out that working from home was the easiest because I could adjust my hours—and become so wreathed in the project that I would end up going sleep deprived to school—to work around my internship, business (on the making), among other school work.
After a couple days I was getting the final shape of the heart: finally. I just needed some final touches before I was able to send it to Marcelo so he could get the mold from it—which because the complexity and the details was going to be nearly impossible, but not quite.
After days of being sleep deprived and bags accumulating under my eyes I finally had the clay done. It was molded to what I thought was perfection—although if compared to a real heart it most likely had nothing alike to it.
Marcelo had a mold taken from it so that the heart would be made of a lighter material and after a few days I went into his shop to see the almost-finished product. It was a “gordito” holding the heart up high above his head. We decided to make the heart a frosty blue with touches of green and purple.
After the final touches I came to the conclusion that this is one of the best things I’ve ever accomplished throughout my life (you can see the meaning of the sculpture in my other blog post called “El gordito con el corazón azul”).
The final sculpture I believe had so much life to it, had so much meaning and emotions; mixed emotions. It was just a way of me accepting and owning that I was a wreck, a way to reflect and also help kids with the donations from the auction of the piece which took place around the end of October. Overall, this was a great and fulfilling experience, it helped me close some chapters, learn more about art and learn how to express myself through it and that there are no limits to it. And I state once again, this is if not my greatest, among, accomplishment so far.