Thousands of years ago, the ancient Celtic peoples held a great ceremony to commemorate the end of the harvest. This celebration took place at the end of October, between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice, and was baptized with the Gaelic word Samhain, which means "the end of summer."
During the celebration, the inhabitants climbed the hills, disguised with masks, feathers, and furs, to confuse and scare away the spirits that were believed to walk the earth that night. It was said that a barrier separated the human world from the supernatural—one that could blur on this night. To avoid being recognized by the ghosts, people wore disguises. If the spirits from the other world felt welcome, they were believed to offer protection; if not, they might become vengeful.
Paradoxically, these dates later coincided with Christian traditions, such as All Saints’ Eve—All Hallow's Eve in English—from which the word Halloween is born.
Symbols are born, and they transform, traveling across worlds and cultures.
Letting them fly—like my mind—on the canvas, masked creatures dance between turquoise, sand, and gold, trying to scare away death.