accidents ... (mara bueno in Sang Bleu)

Last Sunday I was taken some pics by Adrian Wilson who is one of the editors of Sang Bleu Magazine; the shoot was for the Number 5 which will be out on February 2010 and is gonna have an article about Tomas, so you will be able to see my arms in some detail. Tomas is a friend who's work I absolutely love and is of great inspiration so I could not have say no. The session was fun but was hard not to be horribly shy..

anyway, almost accidentally my own work was also photographed, this left leg that was my practising stress free meat... and Adrian made a beautiful picture of it and posted it in the Sang Bleu's Blog, so I feel very privileged...

days of my quiet life

more

I watched as you faded away.

Absence

In semiotics, a term is absent from a meaningful sequence of signs if it could potentially occupy a position in the sequence, and if its exclusion affects the meaning of the signs which are present.

Semiotics. Acrylic on newspaper

So come and sit on my box

Pride is hard to swallow

PRESENT ABSENCE

the beautiful things have disappeared, the public did not want to keep them.

Handmade & Bound

Hello, just to let you know about the "Handmade and Bound" zine festival taking place on sunday the 1rst of november, a few friends and I would be selling some goodies.. mine are still in the oven, but come! come! to the zine feast...

• Handmade & Bound 2009

  The next Handmade & Bound fair will be held on Sunday 1 November 2009 at:

  St Aloysius Social Club
  Corner of Eversholt Street and Phoenix Road,
  London NW1

  12 - 6pm
  Free entry
  Nearest tube: Euston

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can you fake your reflection child?

to be fooled

one must have trusted

I'm not solving

I'm not telling

Word count

how many words do you need to embrace someone or to reject them completely? None

366. Never push someone off a dock

'The view is better when you're not afraid of who is behind you.'

text from 'the rules for my unborn son'

I will never catch up

possibilities

what ever went away..

"you have been dead for so long...

wonder what keeps you standing.

still now. standing.

proudly. arrogant.

ever so empty."

                                31 March 2009

.. when I met you, you were all broken, not many could tell
it wasn't easy to see,

you tried breaking the walls I had built around myself,
perhaps testing if you could in the end come out from the ones you were then building...

I remember having thought that you had been so hurt that you had to build yourself an actual armor...
is kinda funny it was me the one helping making it..
at it was so tiring and in a way painful

it was in a time when there was nothing left of my own walls,
and I was so exposed to my pain it was difficult to stay standing..

but everybody looked just like their reflections..

"and so here I am
talking in a empty room
listening to my own voices
their echoes

inside this nothingness, the silence

many lifes have been left behind
and I've been left modeling the shape of my memories

you were always a better person
...before you got lost in darkness

in any case. I'm this container. of you. and all your faces.
let me dig a little deeper. i almost find you.

and sometimes i wonder if I'm digging to rescue or to bury you inside my many journeys
the real and the remembered ones

what will be left of me if you dissapear?
if there is no memory, emotions is what will be left.. perhaps
is that how I ended up being so full of them?

how did i get here, this empty room
will I be able to understand?
no-one to ask ... only this voices, the echos

and when it all will be finally gone

I will make you with my bare hands

out side
I guess I will always be a stranger"

                                           28 March 2009

Humans

"...you were always weird but i never had to hold you by the edges like I do now.."

who I am.. my identity.. my name and my background.. my parents. my school teachers.

this is who I am. this promise. an educated girl like me. is got a life promised. a good life awaiting. a dog and a back garden to look after when I retired.

anything you want is there for you to take... your dreams... what do you want to do when you grow up?

happy people know this. they are prisoners of their intricate constructions. they know they cant stop being certain that this is what they want or it all will collapse before their eyes...

I have work so hard for you baby, so you can have it all... all you ever wanted, the dog and the back garden...

this is who I am ... a reminder of your broken promises ...

they don't like to be reminded this is not what they ever wanted.

and I refuse the spectacle, I wont reproduce to eternity... may be, may be next time I will be a better person, may be next time I'll be happy

not humans left... only broken promises


 

the donkey and you

"There is only so much you can get from that donkey walking with the carrot in front. Sometimes it's got to stop, or it's got to bite the carrot, otherwise he gets crazy and he keeps turning around instead of going straight. That's what I did." JCN