
28x22cm
ink & pencil
28x22cm
ink & pencil
28x21cm
pencil
09h46 time passes by
(video essay)
james ensor and the french avant-garde – “long live free, free art!” – scott allan – getty museum (2021)
14h47 entered the digital hoarder black hole spiral once again. while waiting for a small painting to dry (guardian of reason), i looked for a pdf: gustavo reginato – pequeno manual do empoderamento gráfico. the author has an independent publishing house in florianópolis and this little book has some suggestions about publishing. gave it a look and searched for other books in the bibliography:
searching this last author, the black hole expanded. i went to academia.edu and not only artist’s book and indie publishing, but i arrived at ethnographic photograph books… also, just found amir cadôr’s page on issuu, he has uploaded a ton of artist’s book… oh my…
… also discovered a praça, beautiful idea.
… i already had this bookmarked: https://colecaolivrodeartista.wordpress.com/ – seems amir cadôr is the responsible for the project. it makes sense…
… https://www.nieves.ch/ – oh my…
28x21cm
ink
07h36
insecure? so let’s work in creation, that will sooth your aflictions…
it can be heaven or hell, sometimes all at once.
08h55
let’s be criti
09h36
each work a universe.
14h14 helped dana clear the road. i love working with snow and shovel.
15h20 masterclass yo-yo ma
good to share nice works with mother. she loved the film and the poetry.
13h08
today is really snowing. i estimate at least some 15cm (6in). i did an experiment. took some papers outside with some ink. it didn’t take long for the papers to get covered. i don’t have adequate shoes for this weather. i also wonder how will i drive the car to pick mother at her work. i am drinking an delicious cup of brazilian coffee.
the weather changed. time to move this painting.
já fui reverente, agora sou só paciente
mafalda
23h31 finished watching kitano’s achilles and the tortoise movie. it has been almost 10 years that i’ve watched and it got me in a complete different way. the quest for an ideal art. trying and trying. market. relationships. not realizing what matters — be it in the work or in contact with others/life. how to cope with the romanticized vision of the artist? because clearly this is something i think about. how not to miss what really matters? clarity of being — and of language.
to find create a working method.
one inspires the other and that’s life. it gives meaning.
a few days ago, for the first time in my life, i chopped wood for fire. what a pleasurable action. we are stocking it for the next days, which are getting colder and colder. phone over 1h30 with a. afterwards, went to etna.
12h19 chuva forte.
12h56 i, that operate through images, just realized that most of the posts here have been texts. why’s that? am i lazy to just take photographs and post them? or… i don’t want to post them in instagram, otherwise i’ll be stuck with the cellphone. the race
08h12
i heard about assertiveness for the first time in a nvc course some years ago. then i did another course and got deeper into it. yesterday i did a test and it showed what i already knew: my assertiveness is very low. so what to do? read a book about it. just started the assertiveness workbook, by randy j. peterson.
[why do i feel quasi-ashamed to write it here? because it might fit the “self-help” section of books? oh, my prejudices. in any case, isn’t all books self-help? all philosophy and literature included. two of the prejudices, at least mine, is truly against digested thoughts and the motivation of the work — when we can see we think we know the creator’s motivation is money or recognition.]
back to the book. it seems really helpful to understand about the possibilities that an assertive communication can bring. in this perspective, what are the other options? passive, aggressive or passive-aggressive. i would rather learn a better, most respectful way to myself and others than to let my ignorance and automatism prevail.
i never officially did, but it seems that writing is starting to be a kind of therapy. anyways, i will start as soon i go back home.
night: while mother and i were watching the movie mr jones, we’ve heard dana screaming. she was excited because it was snowing. the first snow of the year gives us so much pleasure and hapiness.
07h55
o que eu sei // o que eu sinto
what do i know // what do i feel
what do i know // how do i feel
socrates dialogue about bed (painting and reality 6.3, etienne gilson)
finally the sky is clear and i can see the sunrise. delight.
16h54
bike ride this afternoon. went to the library for the first time here in yreka. had some interesting books, not too many in the art section. it had a huge catalogue of ben shahn, american artist that i’ve wanted to know more… also i did some drawing based on prints from a siskiyou county’s history book. most of the info was around the 1850~90’s. lots of portuguese and even brazilian heritage in this region. who would’ve known?!
also went to the new cafe+book shop here in town. coudn’t resist and bought a book: octavio paz’s the other voice. essays about modern poetry. to deal with my problem with books — problem because it is an addiction — i will start writing about the books i’m buying. hopefully it will get things a bit more controlled. if i had the money, i would buy with no hard feeling. but i haven’t, so i shouldn’t.
it feels good to do exercise. it’s getting colder and colder…
noite: mãe apareceu aqui de surpresa. fizemos uma ligação com amanda. foi das melhores ligações da vida. falamos sobre amor, conexões, histórias e planejamentos.
23h25
again, i sit to write only when i am completely exhausted. i’ve been working a lot, drawings and to celebrate, even paintings.
i have a reasons to celebrate.
11.11.2022
16h27
went to mount shasta this morning. it has been foggy for a few days, but i took the chance to go up the mountain. i got lucky and sometimes the sky got clear. because of the cold, i did some drawings inside the car. it was pleasurable.
yesterday i spoke with grandma and finally she named the chicken that was hers to name it: ladybug (joaninha!) such a perfect name!
07h16 read camus’ essay create dangerously. short but powerful read.
yesterday i got some books in the mail. the most incredible is manoel de barros’s compilation in english. i am amazed! just to see that someone tried what seemed an impossible task — to translate manoel! him and fernando pessoa, with all my limitations, makes me love the portuguese language.
23h34
lazy sunday. at least in the atelier. walk in park with mother. christmas lights around the house. cellphone fell while i was trying to make a photograph of a beautiful buck. i won’t look for a solution right now. i feel this as an omen: stop wasting time and go to work.
i was already in bed a while a go and couldn’t resist going to sleep without making anything today. got up and did some drawings.
i now know why i create. to exist.
05h19 i know i’m waking up really early, so i go to bed also really early. like 21h30. not completely 8 hours, but i try!
a random thought passed through my mind and i searched about how jeff bridges is doing — i knew that he is going through a healing cancer process — and today is his birthday. nice coincidence. he is getting through it, it seems he is doing healthy and fine.
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eu não sei, mas tô querendo saber
para depois poder dizer
agora sim
sei que não sei.
(mais que saber, desejo mesmo é a prática do fazer)
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afternoon: kirk’s birthday. six years old!
23h14 desenhos noturnos. acabei de reencontrar textos de um blog de 2008~10. consigo ver com maior distanciamento e analisar sem tanta identificação pessoal. de início já fica claro a má qualidade, principalmente da forma da escrita. porém serviu como encontro. saio meio chocado, pasmo.
06h43 que oportunidade refletir e expressar: simplesmente estou vivo.
coleciono existência e experiências
07h45 the book won’t be — it isn’t — a problem. produce works: then organize them.
10h03 colored pencil
16h59 drawing outside. it gets so cold right after the sun goes behind the mountain (around 4pm). ink takes longer to dry…
about 5 minutes before the sun went down the mountain, a lot of birds started to sing. it felt like i was right in the middle of them all. mother got right at this moment, and before i tell anything, she said she was impressed with all that sound. i try to record it.
14h10 morning outside. went to buy a chair. went to 2nd hand store and bought some frames.
manoel de barros – o apanhador de desperdícios
Uso a palavra para compor meus silêncios.
Não gosto das palavras
fatigadas de informar.
Dou mais respeito
às que vivem de barriga no chão
tipo água pedra sapo.
Entendo bem o sotaque das águas
Dou respeito às coisas desimportantes
e aos seres desimportantes.
Prezo insetos mais que aviões.
Prezo a velocidade
das tartarugas mais que a dos mísseis.
Tenho em mim um atraso de nascença.
Eu fui aparelhado
para gostar de passarinhos.
Tenho abundância de ser feliz por isso.
Meu quintal é maior do que o mundo.
Sou um apanhador de desperdícios:
Amo os restos
como as boas moscas.
Queria que a minha voz tivesse um formato
de canto.
Porque eu não sou da informática:
eu sou da invencionática.
Só uso a palavra para compor meus silêncios.
no livro memórias inventadas – a primeira infância
22h30 it is late and i’ve worked all day. i feel happy, which makes me wonder: is this mania? or just feeling elated for doing what i love the most? does it make a difference?
i opened google now and there is a doodle of seurat. tomorrow is his birthday, what a nice surprise. tomorrow i shall draw something that its following me for quite some time. oh seurat! i have his biography, but didn’t had the chance to read it… everyone points to his pointilism, but besides it, what really draws my attention are his drawings. such texture and smooth transtitions. i have no clue how he managed to make them.
something nice during the day: i was thinking about the little book and had only shasta on the cover. it was the initial idea. then an adition came: aurora in shasta. it will be hard to come a better name than this. i relate to it in so many ways.
i am tired. i already know which poem(s) i’ll read tomorrow.
hans theys – questions about luc tuymans I
free notes:
hans theys – questions about luc tuymans II
From the point of view of art taken precisely qua art, there is nothing to lose in considering all paintings anonymous.
Etienne Gilson in Painting and Reality
10h16 momentum
15h32 ó céus // ó terra // terra plana.
21h24
a vida não é chata // as pessoas são chatas
a vida não é chata // algumas pessoas são chatas
a vida não é chata // eu memo tô sendo
06h12 today is monday. with effort, i have less than a month with the possibility of total commitment. what i have to say to myself and everyone i care: do not waste time. work as much as possible — enough to look back and say it was worth it.
07h44 started reading jasper john’s writings and interviews.
night: i have found my treasure chest.
07h50 i study the life (writings and interviews) of other artists to understand more about their work and methods. of course, life isn’t separate from the art and sometimes a bit of personal information brings more light to the work. i am not interested in their personal matters and secrets.
night: started reading maria carolina de jesus’ quarto de despejo.
16h56 just read: “[during mixed states] not so much about ups and downs, but fast or slow.”
timing // rhythm
night:
14h55 não escreveu na hora, danou-se. perdeu mesmo.
23h21 clearly i begin to see that the future can change the past.
09h21 33 —- livro
22h19 today i’ve thought about books… and “by chance”, just opened one and found the text “first and last: two books by marcel broodthaers” by benjamin h. d. buchloh.
0h21 how come i am still up?