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Joya: AiR / Mia Van Veen Loeb / Norway

“Winter in the Spanish desert

Driving in from Alicante to Vélez Blanco, I noticed the landscape transitioning from green with hints of orange to an earthy, beige tone. The early spring has made its appearance in Spain this year, making the almond trees bloom with its light pink flowers. I continued on the crooked, hilly roads from the small village into Joya: AiR and met Simon and his dog Frida on the courtyard of the farm. A warm welcome into what was going to be a week of tranquillity, walks, food and lots of-well-JOY.

From the first morning walk, I felt the sculptural imagination getting so many nutrients, my notebook filled up quickly with new ideas. The cracked clay-grounds surrounding the residency property resembling previous works of mine-a landscape living in the dry and raw. Little purple flowers coming up from the cracks, reminding us of the life underneath the surface. Chopping away at almond and olive wood in my quiet studio, followed by beers in the sun with the sweet interns and eventually the other artists who arrived.

The group of artists were well curated, we found links and similar interests between us that lead to good conversations and understandings about the current state of our environment. Almost as if we were working together in a hyper realistic state, side by side- the others process influencing my own. The evenings were filled with warmth from the fire and incredible food made by Donna, good conversations followed by deep sleeps.

Creativeness entered from all angles at this residency, especially trough vivid dreams and the walks around the property. I would highly recommend this place for anyone seeking some creative time in a refreshing, warm and calm environment”.

Mia Van Veen Loeb

Joya: AiR / Hillel O'Leary / USA

'There is a longing here. 

The topography has been molded into a vessel. It bends to the will of water, and forever awaits its return. 

Ruins sit forgotten along sun-bleached banks. Their doors are still open.

There is a lonely mountain in the distance. It is a haze tethered somewhere between solidity and ether, and I visit with it every morning to be sure this balance has not tipped. We have an unspoken agreement that there will be nothing without substance, and nothing too substantial for its own good.

There is a palpable stillness, an enveloping, ever-present silence that flows beneath the sand and clay. It is a kind of sonic negative space whose perimeter is loosely defined by winding stories, and punctuated with sudden fits of laughter.

Maybe it is all a mirage. Another spaghetti western fiction where names are not terribly important, and actions, if they can be proven, are the true measure of one’s worth. (We ate spaghetti in fact last night. It was quite good).

No, it is quite real, quite essential. A place where one who is willing can pare down the tangential outgrowth of a developing art practice, and return to the centre of making. The core of being. 

Here, the water has come back

The house is full'.

Hillel O’Leary is a New York sculptor whose work deals in place, time, and belonging.

He is a recent graduate of the Penn State sculpture MFA program, and he holds a bachelor’s degree from the Rhode Island School of Design. 

His recent work has been featured in the US and internationally, including exhibitions as part of the Digital Stone Project in Italy’s Tuscany region.