I have been working for a while on my ceramics collection, and to be honest, I was super shy about them. Today I released just a small set of pieces because I wasn’t sure how they were going to be received… After all it’s something new and totally different to what you are to see from me.
And WOW! You know have NO IDEA how thankful I am right now! Ceramics is what started me in the art world, and since I couldn’t do it at the beginning, I went for painting. This has been a lifelong dream of mine and I’m so happy and thankful that my pieces were well received! They may not be perfect, but they’re made with lots of love and each of them is a unique, unrepeatable piece, and now It’s giving me the motivation I needed to continue with this life long dream.
An also, the most important thing: I’m also very happy and thankful because doing what I love is helping my little nephew and my sister and brother in law in some way. ❤️❤️❤️
I’ll be adding more pieces midnight 07/21 MST!
I am SO HAPPY AND THANKFUL to every single person who has donated to my nephew’s fundraiser that I am typing this note with a heart that is exploding with joy. You have no idea what it means to be to feel loved on these dark times. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you can read all about what is going on on my latest blog post, CAPUT MORTUUM.
Both the Fund Raising Sale and the GoFundMe campaign have been receiving sales and donations, so much that I decided to extend the fundraiser sale on my online shop until 07/22 to continue raising funds to help pay for my Nephew’s medical bills.
To continue with the extended part of the fundraiser, I am releasing a collection of TOTALLY NEW PRODUCTS on my shop. I was planning to make a big announcement about it, but you know, life gets in the way, plans change and I decided to tell you about it today. Are you ready?
CERAMICS BY IDANIA SALCIDO
Ceramics has always been my end goal in art. I am in love with the concept of transforming something as simple and humble as clay into a beautiful work of art using only the four elements: EARTH and WATER help you build your dreams, then FIRE and AIR turn them into an object that you can touch and enjoy. And, in my case, everything is coalesced by the fifth element: LOVE for what you do.
I really can’t find anything more poetic in this transformation. It’s been a long dream for me to be able to make my own pottery. And today, I am very happy to announce that finally, this dream is coming true.
That’s why I am releasing my first pieces ever to you, my friends and art patrons. Made with locally foraged clay and with a warm, fuzzy and intentionally handmade look that makes them very easy to love them at first sight. I am very happy to share with you the joy I get when I make them, and I hope you can see the love I put in each one of them. They mean a lot to me, and it’s a big step for me to let you seem them today.
I was hoping to release them in a bigger announcement where I told you the story in depth on how I started with this, but, like I mentioned before, life got in the way.
Today, I’m showing them to you, hoping that you can adopt one of them so that I can help my little nephew and his parents on an uphill battle. He’s doing much better every day, and I’m happy to be able to do a little bit to make his fight a win.
I really hope you like my latest art adventure. Starting over, learning and experimenting when I’ve been doing art for 15 years was not easy. But I have found find the journey extremely rewarding.
Touching the clay, painting and sculpting the pieces and then watching them glow red in the kiln before they are cooled down and again and waiting for the results of my hard and loving work is a source of joy to my artist’s core.
I really hope that new beginning is blessed by your love and support. It is for a great cause. And I hope that every time you touch and use one of my pieces, I will bring back the same joy and love to your life.
I want to share with you one of the most meaningful paintings I’ve made in my entire life, and the nightmare that inspired it.
You know how I have been really inactive lately, and I told you how I’ve had insomnia for weeks now and felt totally depressed and out of touch with the world? It’s like a dementor took a hold of me and will not let go.
It’s been a very rough month for my family, and I think I’m finally ready to share why. My youngest sister had been trying to get pregnant for 11 years with no success. She and her husband finally had enough and decided they would not try anymore, it got way too expensive and the emotional drain was too much to bear, so they stopped trying. And then, just like that, without even thinking about it, she got pregnant. With twins.
This has been the best news our family has had in many years. We were all celebrating and making plans and teasing them about the challenge of having twins. We were all very happy and hopeful and excited. We already knew they were two boys and they already had names for them: Ezequiel and Benjamin.
And then, a month ago, my sister had her routine checkup. She had to be in bed rest since the beginning of the pregnancy and was doing really well. The babies were moving and she checked their heart beat twice a day. She went to the doctor as usual for her 7 month checkup but this time the doctor couldn’t find one of the twins’ heartbeat. She was sent immediately to the hospital and had an emergency c-section. And one of the babies was dead. A bacteria snuck in and he had an infection he couldn’t fight. Not only that, but the other baby had it too and my sister had it very rough at the surgery since they had to clean up any trace of the infection or she would get it too.
In a matter of hours, the whole family went from celebrating and joking and making plans to being devastated and worried and living one hour at a time. The baby went straight to the NICU. The funeral services for my nephew happened in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic. It was hard to choose, which one was Benjamin and which one Ezequiel. Benjamin lived.
There was no touching, no hugs, no more than 5 people at the cemetery. And then, straight back to the hospital. Undoubtedly, It’s been some of the worst days of our lives. There are no words to help someone in a situation like that, and we couldn’t even hug the parents or hold the baby.
A situation that should have been pure happiness and joy turned into a nightmare. Baby Benjamin is still at the NICU and we have our hearts torn in 2 pieces. One is still grieving and the other is happy because he’s making progress. He’s finally fighting the infection and gaining weight. And now that a month has passed, it’s time to deal with reality and the problems that undoubtedly come with death and sickness: money.
Their medical insurance did not cover the initial NICU Services because the nearest hospital was out of network and once admitted, the baby couldn’t be moved because his survival was at stake. As soon as the doctors gave them green light, he was moved to another hospital that the insurance is now covering, but they were left with a huge debt. And I mean, huge. They live in a city 250 miles away from me, and they’re doing what they can to raise funds, selling food during the weekends with the help of friends and family.
I want to help them too, and believe me, I would be there helping them making food and setting up a popup store if I could, but this pandemic makes it impossible for me to travel and help my family.
There are Original Paintings and Dolls, and beautiful signed prints from my previous paintings, including this one, the feature of this charity event.
I made this painting the same night that I heard the terrible news. For me, art has a cathartic effect and many times it helps me express what words and tears cannot, I made it while my heart was a storm of emotions and tears and It is now in my sister’s hands.
The joined birds are my nephew’s souls, the one with eyes closed is now feeding a new cycle of life. It turned out that Ezekiel took the blunt force of the infections so his brother could survive, and in doing so, he sacrificed his life force.
The painting is called caput mortuum, an alchemy term used for the iron oxide that remains after metal transmutation. It has spent all its energy helping the alchemical transformation and now it’s dead, never to be used again. In its death, it brought life. It is a fitting tribute for a beautiful sacrifice.