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. 



The artworks in the picture above read: non-place and place…. it got me thinking. Our logic should know, that by opposition, non-places exist as much as places do. Everything is in perfect balance, and everything has its opposing force: light and darkness, peace and rebellion, ecstasy and numbness…. so too… one should accept that non-places are just as real as places themselves.  Marc Auge defined non-places as spaces formed in relation to specific ends (such as spaces where transport, transit or leisure occur). But I think even if it is so, it misses the point altogether. Non-places are soooo much more that the remains of space itself. I believe that they are places that our bodies can live in, that do not exist in this time or place at all. They are the exact opposite of our bodies in a place: they are intangible and non physical… and instead of living there with our bodies ( as we do in places) we live in them with exclusively with our souls. It’s sort of like if places were darkness, then non-places would be light. Hummm……. its just a thought! 

What about you?? Any thoughts on the matter?? 

Transformation and becoming. 

Anais  Nin claimed, very wisely, that we have to always be transforming and becoming… openly and freely. Our mistake, she explains, is that we desire to stay in the same place.. a certain death for sure, (as she so well pointed out). To be static is to die, we know this well.  But Today, I can’t help thinking not only how right she really is, but also, how we sabotage our own personal growth and this process of becoming by not observing it and understanding it. 

Nature itself is always changing, always growing, always expanding. Even our bodies are always changing, over time… evolving into a better form or into a slow decay. But psychologically, emotionally and spiritually, these changes are somewhat a little harder to accept and understand. Why is that? I wonder… is it that we are so accustomed to our own confort that we shy away from change? Or is that we want change, but only in the way that we envision it? I have a feeling that’s not how it goes at all…. to accept change is to accept both the good and the bad… wherever it may leed. Ahhhh isn’t that what scares us? The unknown? To change, to transform, to endlessly become is to constantly venture towards new destinations, both inwards and outwards…. into new feelings of bliss and sadness, into unchartered territories of storms and sunshine, into dazzling shooting stars and nights sleeping alone in the cold grass dwelling into the deepest corners of  our souls. I sight…. that’s what scares us, because we know all too well, that with every change comes  both harsh melancholia and beautiful bliss, a dazzling madness and the longest of tears. 

But.. in this winter night, I find myself starring at the stars and at the darkenned night and allowing this becoming to become… wherever it may leed. Some people focus on the night… tonight I am looking only at the stars. 

” Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.” Anaïs Nin

Flying In heaven. 

Flying always makes me feel at home. It’s in between the puffy clouds, in the soft air of the immaterial world of heaven that I feel blissfully peacefully. Isn’t it strange? That somewhere up above, so distant yet so near, can  give us such a profound sense of stillness? There, in that haven, there is nothing but the endless and the timeless. There, in between the clouds, there is absolutely nothing but the imensity of the formless…. it touches my heart and gives a profound sense of freedom… but then, always too fast to come, it’s time to come back home, to the grounds of earth.  Not without leaving some fragments of myself there… in that boundless dimension that touches the soul.



Emotional Escapism and the free of heart


Some people just cannot deal with problems at all and all they can do is escape. Escapism, one might call it. Wounds of the past die hard indeed, but without dwelling into them accurately, one is merely replicating potential patterns and avoiding things before they have even begun. Is it foolish? Is it wise? It’s both. Where as it might be wise to avoid signals that create red flags and alerts in our brains, it is equally as foolish to spend our lives running from that which might really touch our hearts. Conflicts are a way to understand, to bring things into light… That’s all. As soon as they emerge, they can just as easily be dissolved into ashes, by simply talking and understanding. It is selfish, to shut down… it is even a little bit childish because it has nothing to do with what is actually occurring, but with the fear that something from the past might, eventually, happen again.  Deep down, the only thing that these people do is avoid the complexity that comes with emotions like they were talking about the black plague. Not because it could be good, (because it is good already, otherwise there wouldn’t be anything to escape from) but because there is a chance that along with the good, something ‘’bad’’ might also occur: fights, compromises and conflicts. It’s not a probability, it’s the truth… because it will. That’s what relationships are in the first place: a devotion, a choice to surrender to the good and to the bad, a belief that the good will far outweigh the bad, every single day. But escapism, the choice not to commit is a choice to not devote, to not be in the relationship in the first place, checking out before it has even had a chance to begin. And what’s even more incomprehensible is that they do it all in the name of a certain peace and freedom, but it is not so… The only thing they are really escaping from is themselves. It’s just a twisted illusion.  The real free of heart, however, don’t need to escape anything. They live, freely giving and taking, without bringing in the weights and scars of the past, without going into flight or fight mode at all. They are like the wind…. dancing through life, forgetting about the downfalls, because they know that whatever occurs never really shakes them away from that safe place they have inside of them. They are unmovable rocks, as giving as the sun, as sure as the bright stars, forever glowing, ever fixed, ever unchanging, ever flying through the heavens carelessly free with a love so great in front of them, nothing and no one can ever scare them away from anything… If they want to talk, they talk. If they feel the need to explain something, they do it. Their lives are not run by fear and dread, but by honesty and freedom. They are like lions and tigers, ever giving, ever protecting, not little rabbits running from foxes.

‘’ So please, my darling… can we be lions now? ‘’

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These inner worlds.

Sometimes our world is about what we experience out there: the travels, the landscapes, the architecture and the beautiful sunsets. But sometimes, it’s the complete opposite, and it’s not about what is going on around us at all. it’s not about where we are, what we see, or what we do. It’s merely about what is going on inside of us: the things we feel, the dreams we dare to dream, how far (or how close) we are from achieving them, the things we long for that seem so distance and yet so near, and all of the fluttering emotions that seem to dance and cry within our souls. It’s about a complex inner world that is as deep as the endless ocean and as wide as the farthest universe. And when it is, about those inner depths, there are no worlds that matter at all. One must simply dive into that lightness and darkness, (express them, feel them, create with them, dance away in the moonlight, laugh it out in the sun) and wait until all those worlds fade away so that life can regain a sense of normality, once more. But one thing is certain, when those inner worlds flood us to the very bones of our cores, one never comes out of the experience the same. They bring change, evolution, and a natural blossoming that seems to shed old skin and allows for new layers of beauty and significance  to emerge.


Picture taken in the weekend, here. 

Striving for perfection.

We must move beyond our thoughts, emotions and simple passions…. we have to strive for a love for each other so great, so wide and endless we begin to live outside of time and space altogether. In a place where everything is abundant, free and infinitely beautiful.



What is depth? Why is it that some people have it in spades and others simply don’t even know what it is? For me depth is a condition or an emotion of the soul, just like substance and longing. People that have depth seem to have  travelled into the deepest corners of themselves and of the earth, and somehow, have made it out alive not only triumphant but laughing in bubbles of joy.  People that are deep connect emotionally and psychologically to others, they have empathy and understanding. And mostly, people that have this intangible depth have the courage to face whatever life has to offer. Maybe because they have been there, maybe because they just magically comprehend, or maybe because their souls are just made of a different type of fire… But what is this depth ? One may ask. I think it’s just a quality of those who have lived many other lifetimes before. They carry the wisdom of experience in their bones and the scars of what has been in their smiles…. my kind of people, I believe. Enough superficiality. I want and crave depth. Depth of heart, of spirit and of soul…. depth of existence, depth of significance and depth of courage to actually make a difference in this torn up world.