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Essentia immerses itself in the commendable task of reconnecting the material with its roots, thus rebuilding a significant portion of its worth. This endeavor involves the meticulous exploration of its essence through understanding, manipulation, handling, mixing and molding. The ultimate goal is the reinvention of the material, ensuring that it is not relegated to oblivion. This commitment arises from a deep interest in a material that experiences a depreciation in value when transformed into chips, generating the concern to rescue that lost value.

This conception takes shape by materializing the idea of ​​recreating a felled tree, giving the material the possibility of not simply becoming waste. Likewise, it invites the viewer to meditate on its metamorphosis, from its original state to the current reality, and on the perspective of recovering part of its essence by recreating its origins.

The outcome of this process is reflected in the installation of this felled trunk in the Espinosa Park, located at the Universidad de los Andes in Bogotá, Colombia.

That day, a bitter day at the end of spring, Ilana was sitting on a felled log near the many stacked giants, with her lowered and somewhat lost gaze observing an almost imperceptible dust that timidly spread across the infertile soil. His desires fuel his curiosity and a strange vision begins to emerge in his mind:

The lush forest, cradle of calm and tranquility, has been the home for millions of years of these giants, and they are grateful for its protection by beautifying the landscape and being the shelter of hundreds of species that live in them and are part of the entire ecosystem.

However, that tranquility is fractured from time to time to give way to a long and tortuous trajectory, which has become so everyday and common, and which does not allow any intervention or salvation. It is a hot day in the middle of a summer blizzard, everyone is in their maximum splendor, and with glamorous movements they welcome the sun, but he is not the only visitor, he is not the only one who enters their domain. Already covered in sunlight, the giants silently watch this creature dive deeper into their forest with every step. They have seen him come and go on many occasions.

The perverse creature, the human being, so small in size compared to them, but with such impetus and determination that it magnifies it until it reduces them to them. They call themselves the owners and lords of the land. And how can we not believe them, if they take everything at their mercy. Here they come, constantly, to satisfy their craving for raw materials, stealing their lives and reducing them to the smallest particle to satisfy their desire to destroy in order to create. What seemed like a warm morning would give way to a great battle, which like all the previous ones and those to come, will always be won by those perverse creatures.

Sometimes hundreds fall in each battle. One by one the giants end the roots of their brothers, and thus begins a path of transformation. Once the fight is over, the casualties are dismembered and cataloged to be grouped and transported in an overcrowded manner. There is a heartbreaking silence among those left standing. A day of death has ended, all that remains is to wait for the new arrival of the sun, and those who remain long without fear, but with sadness, for the new day.

Those that lie on the ground dismembered and crowded, are transported to their new home to be transformed. Each one is cut, manipulated and sorted, each one bled, wounded, gnawed and worn. The stronger the pain, the more damage is caused and the more changes must be expected. However, in the midst of this fragmentation process, its physical essence clings to life in small particles that survive and cry out not to become extinct.

At that moment Ilana woke up from that state of drowsiness and blinded by the brightness of the sun that now exalted more the beauty of the giants, she took in her hands the dust that she had previously observed and began to collect it in her backpack with such care, almost ritualistic, as if he were cleaning the blood spilled by those wonderful beings from that forest. Words that were repeated were fixed in his head: resurface, reborn, rediscover; resurface, be reborn, rediscover... and, finally, the question, the one that defined his concern: how could he reconsider such a transgression? It was like the deep desire to be reborn, to give a new opportunity to be, to return, to give value to life again. And so, like a sorceress making a potion: mix, link, try, fail and try again to consolidate the spell that can restore part of their lost greatness. The dust, known as shavings, now mixed generates unions, links of each of the giants, to give way to a return towards life, towards its essence. Regardless of whether it is inert, created with waste, it is formed from its roots to build a felled trunk, and stopping there, to return to the form, to life, it remembers itself, but now as a symbol, as that symbol of the struggles experienced. It is the rebirth, the resurgence, a new opportunity to immortalize the soul of one or more giants.

Thus Ilana, with a gesture of joy, takes her unprecedented creation back to the place where it was kidnapped and extracted. He takes him to the forest to join his giant brothers in one last journey of greatness and praise. That new being is something different, although unfinished, he is a reckless but strong figure, he is a fallen gladiator who is reborn, remembering with his presence how he was defeated and how he was struck down with pride. This is an act of reverence, driven by the dream of exalting all those lost in this unequal war, which in the face of the infamous way of felling the silent giants, hopes to be a simple scar, a mark, a cut, a reason to remain standing.

Finally, being there it is time to see a day of light again and become the half-cut banner of a new war against transgressors. It is time for a new battle, for a new enigmatic fall, to smile again at inevitable destiny. "But how can I fall? If I am already a fallen giant" is the new posture of such a robust creation. This is the question that Ilana asks herself. It is the Essentia of each being.