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Marvellous August with my parents and project update

From Spain to Finland

My parents were here for almost a month. It has been a wonderful time for the whole family. Thor has learnt so much Spanish and he has felt the infinite love of two grandparents that live so far away and get to see him just once or twice a year. 

For Mercedes and Placido (that’s their names) coming here was a liberation. After a 24 hours trip, they arrived in Korpo, they took a Sauna in order to be as clean as possible and disinfected all their luggage with alcohol. As my sister has asthma, they have learned to be very careful about Corona, and even when the first two weeks we remained almost isolated, for them being in Korpo meant no masks, no lockdown, a huge garden, the whole country and the forest to play and go with Thor here and there. For him, it was like a holiday, with no kindergarten and with two people giving him full attention and love all day long. It was wonderful to see. 

Abuela and Thor.
Abuelo and Thor.

One month of (almost) total disconnection.

This month I took quite a distance from social networks and from many side-projects. I wanted to dedicate all my spare time to my parents, and as much and I loved and enjoyed that time, I can’t stop wondering what a month can be for a person in Reham’s situation, with no mother and the rest of the family far away in another country. I know that every single second her mind dreams about escaping the war and joining them wherever they are in Turkey. 

I have been having some communication with her in these four weeks, not as often as earlier, but I can feel that things are not going well for her. Her despair grows and her dreams of living far away from war are vanishing. Every day that goes on, her dreams become weaker and weaker, and I can feel it in my communication with her.

All this makes me think about the dimension of time. I remember that when I was a child and I was having fun with my friends, the time went by with the speed of a rocket, but when I was bored (as many times happened in school) I could feel the beat of the clock in my head. On a different scale, that keeps happening nowadays as this month with my parents went by in the blink of an eye, and I can’t stop thinking how this four weeks of joy for us can mean for a person that is immersed in the most boring waiting imaginable. Minutes must be months, and months must feel like years.

I have been helping Reham for two years now and I have become quite realistic when thinking about the amount of time needed to collect the money she needs. My objective is to be ready to collect 1.500€ latest by the end of the year. That means 4 months from now. I don’t know if Reham will make it that far but I will try my best, that’s all I can do. Every time she answers one of my messages is like a victory, she is still alive. Mentally I am ready to the idea that one day I might receive no answer-back. 

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In • tuition

This powerful image I took on our last trip to Spain one year ago. You can see a video of me explaining all the details and the meaning here (link). The first edition (as exhibited in Hotel Nestor) is available for purchase.

Cultivating hope

You can do something to help her. You can purchase one of my works and bring the healing energy of my images to the favourite place in your home. Or if in the following weeks you have a birthday or some other special celebration, you could think about giving that person a beautiful artwork as a present. Two of my works were given as a present to two youngsters that celebrating their school graduation, I can’t believe of a better destination for my works! Or what about purchasing an early Christmas present for your beloved ones? Imagine the joy of the person receiving the artwork knowing that the money of the purchase helped another person in a very difficult situation. 

That’s what I call “cultivating hope”. We live in a lucky part of the world. We have money to invest in cars, televisions and so on. And that’s ok, but what would happen if we were about to invest part of those expenses in helping another person? That would not only change the fate of that single person and her family, but also the personal feeling that we can do more for other human beings. I believe that every person that behaves like a good human is my brother or sister, and I have millions of them around the world. I would like to see humanity rising as a brother/sisterhood and this is my grain of sand for that dream.

If you don’t really connect with the works that are in the webpage, you can always contact me to see if I have something different that could fit better your wishes, I am sure we can find something together. Buy my art and become a white spot in the darkness. Love!

A little present

And to Finnish this post, I wanted to give all of you a small present that I found his week. Is an episode of the fantastic podcast Insights at the edge, in which Kelly McGonigal speaks about Cultivating Positive Change. Enjoy that wonderful conversation. Until the next time, yours.

About the project

A White Spot In The Darkness is a solidarity project grown on the words of Reham, a terribly sad person. Trapped in Syria, all she can dream is about escaping that madness.

I have been for about two and a half years in almost daily contact with her. In all this time we have developed a deep relationship: she has become like a sister to me. Her pain is deeply rooted on my heart.

With a lot of personal effort and struggle, I have managed to send her several chunks of money to allow her family members to leave the country before her. First her sick father. Her younger brother after that. Later her older brother. Her mom?… dead under the bombs.

The last time I sent her money I was very happy with the idea that soon she would also be out. She crossed the border, she got caught, she was sent back into Syria. She lost the money and all hope…

After that experience she was feeling too embarrassed and hopeless to even talk to me. After insisting I managed to make her talk to me again. She hoped dead, she told me that my efforts to help her it was the only white spot in her total darkness.

The economical effort to help her has been considerable. I have stretched my creativity: done a solitary rifle with one of my works, place a glass jar in a restaurant to get funds, ask for diverse amounts of money to friends and family, sell some photography equipment and much more. Nowadays I feel that all my possible funding sources have dried up. That’s why I start this project hoping that you can help me to help her, hoping that you will become a spot in her darkness too.

I will donate the profits from the sell of this artworks to her. This time I want to have enough for her to get a safer way out, for that I need about 1.500€. Under this text you can find a counter with the amount of money I have collected until now. I offer total transparency. If I manage to run this campaign successfully I will continue the project hoping we can all become more and more white spots in the darkness for other people. I am a person that has simplify his soul to the point to follow only one believe in life, and this is that humanity is about helping each other.

A White Spot In The Darkness is a solidarity project grown on the words of Reham, a terribly sad person. Trapped in Syria, all she can dream about is escaping that madness.

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A White Spot In The Darkness is a solidarity project grown on the words of Reham, a terribly sad person. Trapped in Syria, all she can dream is about escaping that madness.

I have been for about two and a half years in almost daily contact with her. In all this time we have developed a deep relationship: she has become like my sister. Her pain is deeply rooted on my heart.

With a lot of personal effort and struggle, I have managed to send her several chunks of money to allow her family members to leave the country before her. First her sick father. Her younger brother after that. Later her older brother. Her mom?... dead under the bombs.

The last time I sent her money I was very happy with the idea that soon she would also be out. She crossed the border, she got caught, she was sent back into Syria. She lost the money and all hope...

After that experience she was feeling too embarrassed and hopeless to even talk to me. After insisting I managed to make her talk to me again. She hoped dead, she told me that my efforts to help her it was the only white spot in her total darkness. 

The economical effort to help her has been considerable. I have stretched my creativity: done a solitary rifle with one of my works, place a glass jar in a restaurant to get funds, ask for diverse amounts of money to friends and family, sell some photography equipment and much more. Nowadays I feel that all my possible funding sources have dried up. That's why I start this project hoping that you can help me to help her, hoping that you will become a spot in her darkness too.

I will donate the profits from the sell of this artworks to her. This time I want to have enough for her to get a safer way out, for that I need about 1.500€. Under this text you can find a counter with the amount of money I have collected until now. I offer total transparency. If I manage to run this campaign successfully I will continue the project hoping we can all become more and more white spots in the darkness for other people. I am a person that has simplify his soul to the point to follow only one believe in life, and this is that humanity is about helping each other.