{like a tattoo}

{like a tattoo} – [I was born: I grew up: I raised children and grandchildren: I lived and live in a place where time is another time; another dimension; a time that is more peaceful, like the dairy cows that lie down motionless and sleepy in the pasture at night: they stay there, quietly and slowly ruminating all night; on nights of pitch-dark darkness it is only known that they are there through the feeling of their warmth, their smell; through the little noise their teeths make when they chew; nor do their usual mooing be heard; my feelings do not fit the description in words; I am not good with words; I like them but I don’t even know if they exist to describe it in a way that the other feels them as they really are; I am only good with the feeling of feelings; those who have already felt them, those who have already lived them have stuck them deep in their skin: like a stain: like a sticky sap of a jackfruit tree: like a tattoo: they leave with us when we go to another world]

Paths and crossings

In the middle of the path there was a stone

there was a stone in the middle of the path

had a stone

in the middle of the path there was a stone.

I will never forget this event

in the life of my retinas so tired.

I’ll never forget that in the middle of the road

had a stone

there was a stone in the middle of the path

in the middle of the path there was a stone.

[in the middle of the path – poem by carlos drummond de andrade]

The different paths we take in life can bring us pleasant memories or make us remember how many stones we find in the middle of our lives. This beautiful poem by Carlos Drummond de Andrade has exactly this meaning that, alluding to my photo of a path in a sugar cane plantation in the interior of the state of São Paulo-Brazil, brings to mind the hard path that rural workers in their daily hard work travel every day. A path full of stones, not easy to be walked. Only the strong make these crossings.

THE MEMORY OF THE PATHWAYS AND THE PATHWAYS OF MEMORY.

The paths have many memories and the memory has many paths.
I think this is true because I have many good memories of the paths that I have gone through in my life and my memory goes through several paths. My memories of these places, people and objects that were part of my imagination, of my past follow different paths. These memories are dear to me for several reasons or ways.
As Boris Kossoy has already written (IN: Realities and fictions in the photographic plot. Editorial Studio. 4th edition. São Paulo. 2009 – in Portuguese): “photography is memory and is confused with it”.

Pandemic treatment: phototherapy

Phototherapy – I am not talking about any health treatment against any desease here. Those treatments that consist of the use of special lights widely used in newborns who are born with jaundice (yellowish tone on the skin), but which can also be useful to combat wrinkles and spots on the skin, in addition to diseases such as psoriasis, vitiligo eczema, for example. example. They use some type of special light, such as the LED that stimulates or inhibits cellular activity.

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[new topographics from the interior of the state of são paulo-brazil]

According to the writer and curator Luisa Duarte (IN: Rio Branco, Miguel – Crosswords, dreamed, stolen, used, bled. São Paulo, SP-Brazil. IMS. 2020) and, according to the Benjaminian concept (Walter Benjamin – essayist, German Jewish literary critic, translator, philosopher and sociologist; 1892-1940) on the temporality of works of art “a work of art does not have to be understood in time, but time in the work” because they contain “an intensive and not extensive temporality”.

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[vernacular landscapes]: [new topographics from the interior of the state of são paulo-brazil]

According to the writer and curator LUISA DUARTE (Rio Branco, Miguel – Crossword puzzles, dreamed, stolen, used, bled. São Paulo. IMS. 2020) and, according to the benjaminian conception (Walter Benjamin – essayist, literary critic, German Jewish translator, philosopher and sociologist; 1892-1940) on the temporality of works of art “a work of art does not have to be understood in time, but time in the work” because they contain an intensive and not extensive temporality.

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A vernacular elegy to the countryside

“The landscape is not, in essence, made to look at, but the insertion of man in the world, the place of a struggle for life, a manifestation of his being with others, the basis of his social being”. (Dardel, E., 2011. Man and the earth: nature and geographical reality. Translation Werther Holzer. São Paulo, SP. Perspective.)

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[paths and trees]

Trees are also good companions for lonely walkers on the arid paths in life. They are always there to make your paths more beautiful and to offer you the taste of their fruits, the scent of their flowers and the friendly freshness of their shadows to restore our strength in a moment of rest.

The Blue World

“The world is blue at its edges and in its depth…For many years, I have been moved by the blues at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizon, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not the place those miles away at the horizon…Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.” (Lisa Elmalech) Read More