É to write or to be forever fucked by the ghost of estou cansado não sei se consigo escrever (...)
É to write or to be forever fucked by the ghost of estou cansado não sei se consigo escrever but maybe I should start like… now, agora mesmo sem parar para respirar, take a leap of faith, atiro-me de cabeça, não penso e cá estou, aqui a alternar identidades, or to share both with myself, alas the writer:
I’m starting to think as one, waking up every corner of the idiocy corners of my brain and hallways of imagination.
I started writing for the process, it made me stop and feel something, most often it was fun. Let’s have fun (again) in the motion of the pen on the paper, the flow of the writing hand—————
It’s quite beautiful if you don’t stop to think about it, the fun of it, the colours all fuse into the black ink being shed into the paper.
It’s more than just ink,
it’s the edge sound of an intermittent jump right into an unknown abyss, like this, watch:
waking my artist-self up.
acordar o eu artista.
Ricardo M. Vieira (2020)