María Bedoian

When I was a child I decided to be an artist. I thought it would be a suitable job for me, for its fundamental use of creativity. Plus, it could be done anywhere in the world, allowing me to interact with people from other cultures, speaking other languages. Perhaps I could speak to them in my 'art' language.

Ever since, I have not ceased to draw, to express emotions, to investigate. Then I suddenly developed with my images an identity. One that is spreading, changing its forms, adapting to my circumstances or my possibilities, but is always rooted in the genealogy of my trace. Belonging to this project, that gathers artists from the so-called Diaspora, means delving into questions of my family history that have always intrigued me, but which have not been tackled explicitly. The concept for this piece is a Babel tower that nurtures cosmopolitanism, with all its richness and dislocations.
Though I always begin preparing for a mural with pictures of the walls, measurements, plans and multiple sketches, I've always found that the real thing, the final coordinates, happen once I'm up the ladder, feeling the space, breathing the air and absorbing smells, sounds and seizing up that uniqueness. I guess it's either because I belong to the space while I perform, or perhaps because the viewers and me are within reach and can start talking.