Message from Alba
I am a Costa Rican graphic designer and artist, I found happiness in teaching Art to children for five years. Part of several collective exhibitions; painting and photography mostly. I have designed a mail stamp for Correos de Costa Rica and also illustrations for book covers. I work as freelance when required but my time is used mainly to paint. I am a proud mother of two angels that have grown faster than I thought possible. I started to write and I don’t know why, there were so many things I needed to take out of my chest, to share, to try to make a difference, to touch at least one person…I’ve been writing since that day without understanding the purpose but the need is still there.
I’ve met many angels through time and they seem to be here still as well; angels cannot fight their nature. One day I received a message from a friend, it was exciting and rich in content: “Do you want to be an angel? I want you to be part of the City of Gold. Which floor would you like to be part of? Which colour would you like to be?”… my answer was yes, the rest fell into place, naturally.
I love my name; it is meaningful in every language. I love the moon; it is not only beautiful but powerful. Like women. I love words; they take me places such hearts and souls. I respect its power. I love Sunflowers; they follow light. That is always good. I love purple because it contains the right amount of blue. I love blue. I love inspiration, it is everywhere. There is no need to go outside and look for it, it lives within us. I love my hands, they understand my thoughts. That is a wish granted. I love love, it brought me here. I am enjoying the journey.
Exhibitions
Gallery with Alba's Works
Departure
A thousand years from now
love will be no more.
What is the sea without its soul?
What is poetry without a voice?
The hearts of those that hold you, dear
will go from convex to concave.
The fortuneteller will grieve
about those kisses that were not hers.
Many stories gave away
written once in stone will fade.
That night the sea will kneel
opaque
broken by the crying of blue whales.
Those stars that once you danced with
will go and hide to say a prayer.
Fire will turn from red to green
and still its roar will burn our face.
A thousand years from now
poetry will be no more
but heaven, rejoicing, will shine
like it never did before.
by Alba Hernández Abrego
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