Visual stories created during the isolation period of covid-19 pandemic.
the line that leads my lifeJulia Francisca
reveals itself at each discontinuance
if life is an open fabric
in everlasting seam
Uranus is the own weave of life
with Uranus we cross the bridge
the bridge falls
what we have is a slit-slot
there’s no possible return, point of origin
the lightning suddenly enlighten
now the lines, are escape lines
pointing to the odd
world to be
is it possible give way to the lightning?
surrender to astonishment?
I am absent but deep down this absenceVicente Huidobro
There’s a waiting for myself
And this absence is another way of presence
Waiting for my return
I’m at other objects
I’ve been in journey offering a little bit of my life
To some trees and some rocks
That have been waiting for me for many years
Got tired of expecting and sat down
Everything in the worldAlberto Martins
carries a wild tenderness.
The first step is not to fear the wild.
The second, is to remove the diamond and fat glebe that language has tamped in each one of us.
Now the hardest part.
We have to dream all over again.
Everything must be carried to term before it is born. To let every impression and the germ of every feeling come to completion inside, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, in what is unattainable to one’s own intellect, and to wait with deep humility and patience for the hour when a new clarity is delivered (…).Rainer Maria Rilke