We Danced — Eva Icardo

Eva Icardo

About

Hi! I’m Eva, a young creative whose interests and experiences have brought me to different kind of fields to study such as product design, art direction, photography and graphic design.

evaicardo2@gmail.com

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Education

Product Desgin Degree
ELISAVA, Barcelona[2018-2022]
Master in Art Direction & New NarrativesELISAVA, Barcelona
[2023-2024]

Graphic design internshipOpen On Mondays Gastrotextil S.L.
[dec 2024-march 2024]

Superior Course in Motion GraphicsAicad Business School (online)
[dec 2024-currently]
Photography course (level 1)Maxstudio, Barcelona
[nov-dec2022]
Graphic design and layout courseLCI, Barcelona
[mar-jun2023]
Ceramic and ceramic turning classesAcadèmia d’Art Simona Alfano, Mataró
[2023]

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Iceland / Article_We Danced

For the master’s trip to Iceland, in groups, we think of an article related to the topic “instinct”, and we develop a series of analog photographies to illustrate our text. Our article “We danced” tries to narrate a love story between a human and the landscape, from the moment they meet each other, passing through the different phases of a toxic relationship. The narration comes from the landscape itself, describing how it percieves every new feeling and every new touch, and how it ends up rejecting her.

“At first there was nothing, we were alone in our noise. That doesn't mean we were sad, far from it. We hadn't come from anywhere, we had been there all our lives like clouds and water and like the wind that carves our faces and erodes our bodies. Nor were we in any hurry, we walked slowly without regard for minutes or seconds, although at that time no one had yet invented time.

We were alone between ice and fire. Rivers sprung up and gave us life under a blue roof. A roof. Sometimes blue. Sometimes not a roof. Sometimes his eyes turn gray and he cries for us. Or maybe he just wants to sleep and asks us for silence. Shhhhh. We are never sure. But we like it.

Sometimes after the tears we feel warmer, but what covers us is a cold blanket. It is a covering that leaves us when the sun comes to visit. And lives sprout. And the stones and the leaves swallow the tears. And our sisters arrive, with their four legs that tickle our bellies, that step on us, but we like that already. It has always been like that. And we don't like it because it has always been like that. We like it because they are our sisters, those little legs, and we love them.
Sometimes the fire comes and our sisters run. Others fly. We don't mind the fire, but it seems they do. We change our skin with its arrival, in a ritual of transformation that gives us new perspectives and amuses us to see those shapes. They are new colors. But those colors never stay. They are passionate and fleeting when they come. They leave no corner of us uncaressed, and we give up everything to have their attention. Then they get tired of us. Or so we think. They become the same colors as ours, but they don't stay. They leave only stones in their wake. And we feel a little heavier and, exhausted, we rest. “

Piece of the article, the full text is in our magazine “instinkt”.

Project realized in group with Guillermo Lubiano and Dina Stescovich.