As things were starting I had a vague idea, one inspiration, of a writer and the writing of hers I would use. Then came the turmoil and everything changed around. Then Italo Calvino might have become more important, as well as some poets, who knows if Robert Graves or Carol Ann Duffy. However, that inicial Brazilian writing, the one that has always been present in my expriences and I would love to share, is still dancing in my thoughts, floating around my ideas... and may be why not a colage! Since I did start going into the visuals with it, why not carry along. May be just for the sake of experimentation (I could always change the text, all the ideas and use these elements), may be just because on my birthday I will be thrown in a Roman arena (cross course crit) with lions ready to devour me, my ideas and the visuals which I cannot chose yet!!

I would like to say a few words about friday.
On friday I left college and went to the Anish Kappoor Exhibition, very small, very beautiful. Everything touched me, sometimes for the loss of perspective, a dizziness one feels due to the tricking of the senses (are you close? are you far? what's the shape of the object you are looking at?), sometimes due to the perfection of the shapes which devour you or invite you to live inside and sometimes for the perception that you are part of the work, since it is your reflection, your relation to it that brings it into existence.
The exhibition, from what I read, had been a collaboration with Salman Rushdie, however, I could not feel Rushdie's presence, maybe because I was looking for words (and what beautiful words can he write). There were no words in space, just the ones that through the shapes I evoked in my head. May be they were contained in the shapes or, who knows, maybe they gave form to the shapes even before this all started.

observation. I still have not figured out how to upload pictures into this blog!!! HELP.