To break the ice and get a sense of what this is about: let me introduce myself.
I’m Lole Remón. Lole comes from Lucía — yes, there’s an explanation, but it’s wildly irrelevant, of course.
Using a pseudonym is a choice that can come with all sorts of motives, excuses, or interpretations. In my case, it’s a bit like choosing what to wear in the morning. Not every day — and not even throughout a single day — am I the same person. I don’t always feel the same, think from the same place, or operate the same way. And when it comes to creating — whatever the content — the same thing happens.
I’m a conceptual artist and I create under the name Lole. The letter e in Spanish has that unique quality of not being tied to a specific gender — and at first, I found that amusing. It felt like a game, and at the same time, a kind of freedom. Like hiding behind a curtain, peeking out to see what people imagined about the gender of the artist behind the work. That freedom also connects to a touch of anonymity, of being slightly veiled behind a pseudonym.
Though, to be honest, my last name gives away about seventy percent of that game — at least locally — enough to even hint at my Libra rising, forever trying to balance every stripped-down edge of my Aquarian nature. The play with anonymity still happens, but it’s just a layer behind the work — and not really where I want to dwell right now.
Chica is another one of my pseudonyms — she’s my illustrator self. That’s the world where I practice what I call active meditation. I draw for pleasure, to rest my mind, and to let my illustrations circulate freely — as a way to break the tie between the word work and its root in tripalium (Latin for an ancient torture device — yes, terrible 😬).
Chica blends hand-drawn and digital work. It’s all the painting I do without paintbrushes, but which I’ve learned to love and make my own by spending time with the works of Matisse, Picasso, Hopper, Hockney, or Ed Ruscha.
Now, CaffeInteractions is where I pour the cascade of thoughts and sentences that constantly flood my mind — brought down into linear time (literal lines).
My thoughts are pretty anxious by nature, and one of the things that frustrates me the most is that the best sentences and paragraphs come to me when I have nothing — absolutely nothing — to write them down or record myself. In the shower (always), while driving, cooking with both hands dirty or busy, walking around with a dead phone… you get the idea.
So, in an attempt to turn that anxiety into something else, this space was born — a place to develop those phrases, notes, and drafts. And hopefully, to move them out of my personal sphere and amplify them — so they can resonate with something more: with forms of art, ideally, and more importantly, with someone else, on the other side of the screen.
At the heart of it, I believe that’s what art is about — the so-called aesthetic event: that moment when an encounter with an image, object, sound, action, or idea evokes something else, transports us, connects us to something or someone new — and a bridge is built between two different universes, now linked.
That’s what I understand as subjectivity — among thousands of other (probably better) definitions. And that’s where the aesthetic event takes place: within that subjectivity.
Lucía, my «core» self, is a name that comes from light, traditionally given to those born at first light.
I was born at 10:40 p.m., under a New Moon in the Southern Hemisphere — but thanks to the Earth itself, interpretation, and free will, somewhere in another time zone there was light at that precise moment. And New Moons are about beginnings, so I’m going to embrace that convenient concept.
This blog is a decision to shed some light on these ways of making, thinking, feeling, and integrating all my parts into the now.
So welcome — to a space of dialogue, bridge-building, and shared perception — to explore the hybrid universe of daily life’s aesthetic singularities.
Caffe Interactions 