O mar estava inóspito. Um céu cinza. Na distância uma possível tempestade se formando. Á água sob os meus pés fizeram a minha pele se arrepiar. Estava gelada. Rajadas formavam nuvens, que pareciam carneiros, dançando no horizonte. Respirei fundo. E ouvi. A voz interna de novo. E o mar também. Me chamar. Me despi do meu shorts, vesti o óculos e sai. Para nadar, em alto mar.
But after all, what does it mean to be authentic? You don't have to be the black sheep of the family, or the person who breaks all the rules, who is constantly questioning the norm.
Starting something new is never easy. Whether it’s a text, a drawing, a project or anything else in life. I sometimes have a hard time looking at a blank page and starting something.
In 22 years I’ve already lived in 14 different places - counting only those where I’ve stayed 3 months, at least.
Many people told me that I was very brave to across the sea and start over from scratch, but the reality is that I did it out of fear, fear of not following my inner voice that was screaming.
One day I was with my cousin, who is a doctor, in the port of Santos in Brazil, watching the ships entering and leaving their docks. When a huge cargo ship, that was old, all rusty and marked by a life of great adventures, crossed our path. Immediately, seized by the power of that vision, I told her; "Look what a beautiful thing this ship is." After a long silenced pause, she timidly replied, "I think it's amazing how you can see beauty in this old, battered thing."
We all live in systems. That’s a fact. Most of the time we are in the middle of different systems: family, friends, education, life goals, lifestyle, etc. And there’re endless options of actions within theses systems.
I am and always have been a person with many interests. A multiple being. This aspect in me was not always very well understood, it was even scolded many times in my childhood.
until very recently I would buy a new notebook, subscribe to a different meditation app, or insert-here-the-miraculous-item-of-your-choice, and repeat to myself: this time will be different, this time I will finally become a less chaotic person. Sometimes I convinced myself to try some hot new thing – hello #bulletjournal – or experiment a famous technique – pomodoro? #beentheredonethat, more than once.
We all know this is something we shouldn't do, it was already explained to us, more than once, but there's no way out: comparing ourselves to others is almost impossible to avoid, especially when talking about creative and artistic work. Sharing is caring, so I've decided to do a small list of some habits that are helping me to deal with this matter.
We insert ourselves in so many bubbles throughout life. To make appearances, to belong and trying to be - something we are not often. Let's pop some bubbles.
Could consciousness, coherence, discipline, movement, sleep and curiosity be part of habits to have a more productive artsy day?
The art of living, or the life of an artist. It doesn't really matter. In the end, I am talking about living life in the most expressive way I can, and then create pieces, that are a pure consequence of it all. This is my slogan. What would be yours?
We have the power to understand how much time we need for each task to be made. We can understand, develop and gamify our experiences in order to become more productive and have a more profitable business.
We have built the idea that masks are negative distortions of who we are - or of who we show ourselves to be. But as a person who likes to see both sides of a coin before taking any sides, I learned to recognise that we all have dualities. And instead of letting ourselves be taken by them or using them in negative ways - and somehow losing our own essence in that process - I have learned to acknowledge and embrace these parts of me - and turn them into daily choices - and tools.
We are all creative humans, as it is a collective capacity that can be developed. So, first of all I'd say - take a step back and ask yourself: how do you see your life - in all its details: in black and white, or in color?
A daily routine of constant construction, feeding from an almost inexhaustible source of creation. Since then I have been venturing into projects of different sizes, scopes and impact, using creativity as the main tool.
We nourish ourselves with our own thoughts and beliefs. And also of those around us. Family, friendships, relationships in general. What we read, what we study, the environments we choose to be in. We make exchanges. We give a little piece of ourselves, and we also receive something in return. The awareness that you have of yourself in situations or relationships. The perception of your behaviour. I don't see nutrition just as the act of eating something.