Tengo un draft por publicar. ¿Quién no?
Sus liturgias, su título y todo.
Agradeciendo a mis amigues. Venga, que lo incluyo:
“Vuestras creaciones y conversaciones son portales a nuevas casas.”
Ya no es más un draft, pero tampoco lo que iba a ser.
El día que pensaba compartirlo, me llamó mi madre: “¿Estás sentada?”
La conversación no empezaba bien.
La encontraron acurrucada de un infarto en mitad del día.
Mi tía homónima, pequeña y luminosa como una luciérnaga, se había apagado.
La vida en suspense, letárgica por dentro y frenética por fuera.
¿Hay tiempo de celebración en mitad del vacío?
Es justo lo preciso. No hay error, va sin coma.
Mariposas en Londres y lecturas consuelo.
Una palabra de pueblo y aconchego como gloria, Gloria Fuertes.
Ojalá mi tía y ella se conozcan ahora.
La segunda trae un texto sobre el movimiento que me ayuda a navegar lento.
Y ahora, este, con historias en capas.
Un boceto continuo, en la reescritura.
Gracias, Comisura, por los hallazgos y ediciones;
y a Valeria Mata, por el ancla de hojaldre que me acompaña.
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—From the archive:
New York, Autumn 2022
Distant and near,
At home in the feel.
Light leads us onward,
To portraits, gardens afloat in appeal.
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#thingsthatiwanttoremember #newyorkphotography #interiordesign #apartamentomagazine
from the archive:
one year ago, the subtle art of loosing and the whisper of ambient design emerged.
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#frommayarchives #contemporaryart #anyinterestinghastags? #artexperiment #designresearch #artwithnature
I had some memories erased from my mind—mostly from my childhood.
I’ve always asked myself: why do I have this drive to create, to sing, to perform, when I come from such a non-artistic family?
Funny enough, I had to come back to Brazil, where I was born, for a few family reasons—and I’m here for the launch of my first solo single, Two Eyes.
I spent the last week at my grandma’s, and it was truly a journey. I found myself listening to her singing these beautiful hymns, just like she used to when I was a kid. She sings while she cooks, she sings when she’s happy, when she’s sad.
Then I understood where it all comes from.
Two Eyes is out tomorrow, and right now, all my eyes are on her.
Photography & art direction @may.cabal@gastonlisak studio & dogs
#photography #analogicphotography #analog #art #artists
“The animal souls of the world speak to us, calling from the wilds of our unconscious… They bring messages of balance, of instinct, of our deep relationship with the earth. These creatures remind us of what we have forgotten: how to listen to our inner wildness, to trust our primal senses.”
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run with the Wolves
From witches’ covent summer nights, when we explored the depths and lights.
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#analogfilm #analogphotography #analogphoto
One night in the summer of 2023.
The mess of growing,
from hiding to rebirth.
Cryptic lights, the message is out there.
The language of nature,
condense and expand.
It owe nothing, so do I.
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#may.landscapes
