3:52 AM in East Village with the sweet Blues of Teneleven, the music of the bar next to my place. How the sound can infer in your thoughts while you are working? The blue color that covers everything, the movement of the branches that distract you, the sweet and slow rain that started few minutes ago and the sound of the freezer keeping the food well saved. Anything has sense, like these words. In this no-sense moment is where the sparkle of life gives you the ephemeral pleasure. Fast, like everything is. Photos and more photos. The Coca-Cola that goes inside to make you stay awake for a couple of hours more. These hurts in my head feel that I will make a big explosion some day, I don’t know for how long time I could handle this. Anyway, it is a way to exist, I think. And the painting is turning in circles by the movement of the wind, that canvass that has the pencil through it that makes the pencil be part of the painting with yellow on it. It is about an uncertain moment. Walking is healthy sometime for planting good ideas in a way, also considering the things that will appear around you. Now everything so quiet, just the sublime and soft sounds of the people that are talking between each other. Really, here there is nothing interesting, I guess. It is about to copy things that you are looking and transform them into another replica that you made on it. Everything has to change right now, and that is an existential pleasure.
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Pot, Art object, expanded polystyrene glued into a pot, New York, 2012
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