if you jump i think that i the people who look at your work like me would forget to pay their internet bill and believe that it si because they have a lost of memory and will go to their doctor they will say them that it is “normal” and give them aspirine
… after a few days of reflexion and probably thought about death of me and others that i know to endure now but for how much time i don’t know i think that i should have lost a very very very sensitive reason to live with the others and ideas from a not identified feminine inspiration and perhaps i won’t love again gustav klimt and won’t try to transform pain of world in something that could make us leave better …
then i will try to have emotions with no success and will go looking on the ground like busy and will have the impression to feel like an ane that walk around and around and around searching for a solution and won’t know if it is because i am an ane that i walk around or because i walk around that i am an ane
your work is really good
i’d like to do so
i’d like to do so
i’d like to do so
to love the part of the humanity i have forget
and i am searching in my mind but it is like the insurers and the ensures make
the self insurance go back and like if
we could not more make the difference beetween a good calcul and manipulation
and believe to do manipulation because an insurer say “you do a bad calcul” and and ensures say “it is a mistake”
and believe to do a bad calcul because an insurer say “you do manipulation” and the ensures say “oh you are not a good guy
…
and they say in my mind “DON’T TRY TO WRITE TO CECILIA FERREIRA” WERE A THE PLANET OF LIFE YOU ARE FROM THE PLANET OF DEATH IF YOU DON’T STAY ON OUR PLANET YOU WOULD DIE AN THE MORE I TRY TO LOOK AT THIS “PLANET OF LIFE” THE MORE I HAVE THE IMPRESSION THAT I WOULD REALLY DIE
AND I DIE OF MY TENTATIVE TO LIVE
well, then you would die. and go to heaven or hell or nothing or be reborn or turn into shit or disperse into energy or talk to the angels or be rejoined with you ancestors or see the truth or be marked in the book or float in limbo or suffer in purgatory or whatever. the one thing that is certain is that when you die, you can’t go back, when you die, it’s final. when you die, it’s the end of your life.
you know what I think when I see this image? (if I look at it as if I didn’t create it), I think: yeah man, whatever. I have passed the chaotic, spasm-like, frantic hunt about the truth that lies in life and death a long time ago. Now I just basically get up, brush my teeth and put my army gear on. That’s all that matters. I don’t think there’s ever an end to anything. Nor a real beginning. Existence to me is just one big, blurred mixing pot of breath, flavour, orgasms, tears, chocolates, cereal (the sweet star ones), the colour of wine,stink feet and words….and when we croak everything turns still, around, around around around around…there is no beginning or end in a circle.and that is what we are part of, right?
I feel guilty now, I just told a huge, fat big lie.
The truth is, the truth about life and death is all that matters to me. I hunt it day and night, it haunts me. I have to find the meaning, it’s what I live for. That’s what I dream for. That’s what I’m going to one day die for.
And that’s the truth…
i suppose that is a circle
isnt it
the dog reaching round
to bite his tail
or bark
at her reflection
or run against
the mirror
of her own self
circle circle
death..
life and light
.amen.
May 9th, 2008 at 1:26 pm
see truth
a note
in
crayon
May 9th, 2008 at 2:12 pm
slow
like weather
she fondled
the truth
May 9th, 2008 at 4:55 pm
if you jump i think that i the people who look at your work like me would forget to pay their internet bill and believe that it si because they have a lost of memory and will go to their doctor they will say them that it is “normal” and give them aspirine
… after a few days of reflexion and probably thought about death of me and others that i know to endure now but for how much time i don’t know i think that i should have lost a very very very sensitive reason to live with the others and ideas from a not identified feminine inspiration and perhaps i won’t love again gustav klimt and won’t try to transform pain of world in something that could make us leave better …
then i will try to have emotions with no success and will go looking on the ground like busy and will have the impression to feel like an ane that walk around and around and around searching for a solution and won’t know if it is because i am an ane that i walk around or because i walk around that i am an ane
STAY STAY STAY STAY
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP … (applause)
SNIFF SNIFF … (cry)
YEAH YEAH … (laugh to go again)
May 9th, 2008 at 5:35 pm
your work is really good
i’d like to do so
i’d like to do so
i’d like to do so
to love the part of the humanity i have forget
and i am searching in my mind but it is like the insurers and the ensures make
the self insurance go back and like if
we could not more make the difference beetween a good calcul and manipulation
and believe to do manipulation because an insurer say “you do a bad calcul” and and ensures say “it is a mistake”
and believe to do a bad calcul because an insurer say “you do manipulation” and the ensures say “oh you are not a good guy
…
and they say in my mind “DON’T TRY TO WRITE TO CECILIA FERREIRA” WERE A THE PLANET OF LIFE YOU ARE FROM THE PLANET OF DEATH IF YOU DON’T STAY ON OUR PLANET YOU WOULD DIE AN THE MORE I TRY TO LOOK AT THIS “PLANET OF LIFE” THE MORE I HAVE THE IMPRESSION THAT I WOULD REALLY DIE
AND I DIE OF MY TENTATIVE TO LIVE
May 9th, 2008 at 11:00 pm
well, then you would die. and go to heaven or hell or nothing or be reborn or turn into shit or disperse into energy or talk to the angels or be rejoined with you ancestors or see the truth or be marked in the book or float in limbo or suffer in purgatory or whatever. the one thing that is certain is that when you die, you can’t go back, when you die, it’s final. when you die, it’s the end of your life.
May 10th, 2008 at 4:05 pm
you know what I think when I see this image? (if I look at it as if I didn’t create it), I think: yeah man, whatever. I have passed the chaotic, spasm-like, frantic hunt about the truth that lies in life and death a long time ago. Now I just basically get up, brush my teeth and put my army gear on. That’s all that matters. I don’t think there’s ever an end to anything. Nor a real beginning. Existence to me is just one big, blurred mixing pot of breath, flavour, orgasms, tears, chocolates, cereal (the sweet star ones), the colour of wine,stink feet and words….and when we croak everything turns still, around, around around around around…there is no beginning or end in a circle.and that is what we are part of, right?
May 10th, 2008 at 4:36 pm
I feel guilty now, I just told a huge, fat big lie.
The truth is, the truth about life and death is all that matters to me. I hunt it day and night, it haunts me. I have to find the meaning, it’s what I live for. That’s what I dream for. That’s what I’m going to one day die for.
And that’s the truth…
May 12th, 2008 at 11:48 am
i suppose that is a circle
isnt it
the dog reaching round
to bite his tail
or bark
at her reflection
or run against
the mirror
of her own self
circle circle
death..
life and light
.amen.
May 13th, 2008 at 12:11 pm
you have an anchor and extension of yourself in this lifetime for which, i’m sure, is both a blessing and a hindrance.
aside from that, i completely ‘know’ what you know.