art, inspiration, thoughts

New ways of seeing… 

When I interviewed Pedro Cabrita Reis, almost two years ago, it was a four hour long conversation about the depths of art and his creative process.. ” everything is inspiration… ” I remember him emphasizing as he puffed his Cuban cigar across the very long and wide oak table where we were sitting, in his studio’s office and library. “We just forget to really see…. ” he adds, after a long contemplative pause. The scope of his work is unquestionable, but it’s his ideas and outlook on life that really fascinated me. I couldn’t agree more: Inspiration is always connected to the ways in which we actually see the world and ourselves in it, without them there would be no art, (and no living at all for that matter). So…. Let’s never forget to really SEE. 
The Artwork above, is one of his new works, featured at the ArcoFair Lisbon 2017. 

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inspiration, On my mind, thoughts

To grow… 

We do not know how to endure. We want the depth, without the distance; the love, without the pain. We do not know how to be patient. We want the bliss, without the solitude; the forever without the steadiness of the today. We do not know how to be strong. We want the surrender, without the inevitable vulnerability; the ecstatic heart, without the melancholy of the soul. But can we ever really have the roses without the thorns? Can a butterfly ever fly without growing in a tight cocoon? It takes time, patience, courage and fortitude to become who we are supposed to so that we can live what is meant to be. And there is nothing on the other side of the today that is certain, just the promise that lives inside our beating hearts that makes it all ok… but one thing is certain: if we do not learn to persevere and if we do not keep growing and evolving, bravely and steadily, if we do not follow the whispers and the revolving dreams, we are nothing, because that is the moment when we will have forgotten and neglected the only thing worth living for…… 

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thoughts

More than enough. 

Maybe life is always a series of maybes… maybe there are no great timings at all. Maybe we make our own timings and we just have to trust that everything will be ok. That our hearts are stronger, that our souls are wiser, and that our minds will be silenced enough for us to really live. And maybe just maybe, that is more than enough.

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On my mind, thoughts, Uncategorized

Choosing Fearlessness.

There is so much strength in vulnerability, so much magic in spontaneous laughter and so much beauty in surrender. There is a dignified nobility in an open heart, an endless courage in just letting feelings take over, a boundless bravery in connecting deeply and there is a real humanity in just giving… freely. Everything else is just a form of fear… masked by layers of control and covered by reasonings and certitudes. (How true that quote really is: ” the opposite of love is not hate, it is fear. “). I don’t know about you, but I choose fearlessness. Always.


Existe tanta força na vulnerabilidade, imensa magia em gargalhadas espontâneas e uma abundância de beleza na abertura do ser. Num coração aberto predomina uma dignidade nobre, no deixar fluir de sentimentos e emoções uma infinita coragem, uma bravura ilimitada em criar ligações profundas e uma verdadeira humanidade em apenas dar… livremente.  Todo o resto é apenas uma forma de medo… disfarçado em camadas de controlo e  coberto por racionalidades e certezas. (Quão verdadeira é aquela citação: ” o oposto do amor não é o ódio, é o medo.”).  Não sei no que respeita a ti, mas eu escolho  a audácia… eu escolho deixar o medo num canto e ser destemida! Sempre!

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On my mind, thoughts

Hiding from love? 

Why is it that some people hide from love? They shy from it like it’s the plague, they hide from it as if their whole lives depended on it, and they run to the other side of the world (if they could) just to avoid it. It makes me laugh so hard… and then it always makes me wonder: is it because they think they have nothing to give? Or is it because they actually associate love with problems and chaos? It makes me wonder… who made them so broken and so damaged? And how do they fall asleep every single night wrapped up in loneliness and denial? No matter who we were, what has been done and what has occurred we always have the choice to change…. love is the only thing worth believing in, and to shut it away, in whatever form ( romantic or friendship) is the most ridiculous thing in the world. It is like clipping off the wings of a butterfly and then claiming it can’t fly. It is like placing ourselves in a cave and then complaining we cannot see the light. Are those people really so caught up in their own comfort? Selling life so short for a so called stability which is just numbness and self denial? Hummm…. I don’t know. I really don’t have the answers. I will never understand them! All I know is that for me… I live to love. 

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On my mind, thoughts

Just As it should be. 

Sometimes it’s hard to understand that everything in this single moment is exactly as it should be… it’s difficult because we like to think we are in control of everything. We like to arm ourselves with logic and reason, and believe that we can actually understand, judge and grasp the whole of our existence (and everyone else’s)… But that is not so. We do not control things at all. The way things unravel, the reason that sustains events in life, and all other aspects in between are simply beyond our own consciousness. When we actually open our eyes to our own inability to grasp, to our own helplessness in the face of what is to come, we begin to get a glimpse of light that tells us everything is exactly as it should be. 

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On my mind, thoughts

Those special days.. 

There are days that just stick on you. No matter what. They never fade… it doesn’t matter how long it’s been or how many other days have come in between the then and now… Somehow the echo of that special day, just crosses time, as if nothing at all. Is it there for a reason? What does it mean? We might wonder, over and over again, without any answers at all . The best thing to do is laugh, smile, and wait (dancing with the shooting stars preferably) for the next special day to occur, as always, completely out of the blue. 

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