Some say the pressure is getting to Fernando Alonso. Known more for his driving prowess than his artistic inclinations, former Formula 1 champion Fernando was at first reluctant to share his paintings with us during an interview earlier this year. But we heard they were how he deals with the tough life of a driver and had to insist.
“They’re something they are really private to me. It’s a place I retreat to. A sacred environment where I can escape racing, the pressures of life, even if other people. It can be difficult for people to fully understand.”
We coaxed Fernando into bringing us through to his secret studio. But he seemed reluctant. His wife, Fernanda, who we never once met while he was in the room, stroked her beard and brushed her long pink plastic wig out of her eyes leading us through the house and down into the basement studio. We could not possibly have anticipated what met us there.
“I think these are masterpieces” Fernanda claimed in her bizarre falsetto, staggering on her high heels and stretching bubblegum with her finger. “But Fernando is not so sure.”
The deeper into the studio we got, the more uneasy the atmosphere . There seemed to be ambient music playing on a loop. It sounded like an Asian woman crying while some ripped up sheets of tinfoil in a rainstorm. It grew louder the further in we went.
Each one one is a window into the Spaniards psyche during the period he’s been with McLaren. Each heartbreakingly beautiful in its own way. There in the darkness we finally met Fernandinho, Alonso’s son. Though we couldn’t see him outright we heard his voice, which sounded like someone had sucked all the helium out of a balloon and started singing old Spanish nursery rhymes.
Above all it was the scent of rancid meet, dank water and animal waste that we’ll remember from the studio visit. And Fernandinhos incessant sobbing.
Alonso starts his title challenge in Australia later this month.
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