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The Elephant In The Room

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Life has funny ways to show us the way. Signs. Presences and absences. Dreams. It’s not the destination but the journey. It’s not what we see but what we feel. How we feel and perceive it. Not easy to choose, to decide, to trust the movement of life. Eyes shut, breathing, silencing the noisy mind and allowing the air to invade your skin, your pores and lungs. What is the elephant in your room? What does it mean to you? How to deal with it? Pure mystery and yet plenty of possibilities.

 

 

Seneca Wall

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These are the pictures I made while painting my part of the Seneca Wall Project.
It took me one whole month to finish the work and it was great fun to do!
Some say it’s the largest collective art work mural in Europe (175 meters long).

Today, (july, 18th) is the final unveilling of the wall.
If you are taking a ride towards Wembley Arena, by Metropolitan or Jubilee tube lines, you may pay attention to this mural, on your left side… Just before arriving at the Wembley Park or Wembley Central Station.

I am already in Brazil, so, if you can, tell me about your impressions of it.
It will be great to hear what your thoughts about my work and the mural are!

Enjoy it!

Saying goodbye

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Time to say goodbye is the hardest thing for me.

I don’t say goodbye to people, no, I am not that cruel to myself… But I need to say goodbye to stories, to time that passes, to moments that end. I must say farewell to now to start the new now that is already coming. I can’t help it. I can’t avoid the cruelty of time when time comes. I am afraid of not liking the times ahead of me, so I suffer. I am afraid of missing the time I am leaving behind. Somehow I feel that I live in fear of all these farewells, all these lost moments, usually the moments I didn’t choose for myself, moments that time, life or destiny eventually pushes me into.
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If I can’t avoid this time to pass, I will try to follow the advice of a very special acquaintance of mine. As this dear friend (may I call you friend?) said:
“look at things with this: how interesting that this happens, funny”.

So will it be.
I will stop fighting it. I will give in.Trust and surrender to these kind words of wisdom…

So, posting this painting of Saint George, the peaceful warrior killing the dragon (that’s how i feel) I will try to accept the inevitable, get on my way to the airport and leave.

Farewell… There, it’s done.