Diptych – Playing with the yellow ballon – 2x30x40 cm
Diptyque – Jouer avec le ballon jaune – 2x30x40 cm
DÃptico – Brincando com o balão amarelo – 2x30x40 cm
playing
Because all things end
That’s how it is.
Good and bad – they all end.
Luckly… And unfortunately.
Sometimes time feels like an eternity… Other times it escapes as water between the fingers.
I wish I could play some more.
But I can’t.
Not enough money.
Not the right passport.
Not enough time.
I am always afraid when the good now seems to escape too fast into a not so funny now.
Tomorrow may never happen, but somehow it still haunts me.
I want to stay here.
I want my now to freeze and i want all problems to stay as far away as possible from me.
That’s why here and now feels so good to me… Because it’s all I have.
People are walking disappointments in its full potential.
Here and now I do not count on them.
Loneliness suits me well here and now.
I am going back to the past, where everything ended.
My body aches as it was begging to stay.
Here and now is pure uncertainty, but is better then before.
And I am afraid of going back to before.
I don’t want o play that game anymore.
If all things must end, let the things that ended be dead.
Let the now never stop being.
Because, in fact, it never does.
Somos todos crianças
Deep inside we are all children. No matter how long time passes us by, we are, in the end, needy children, craving for love and attention.
Perhaps we should play more, laugh more, dance and sing more to compensate our pains. Maybe if we allowed ourselves to feel vulnerable and weak once in a while, maybe if we gave up controlling our time, our wishes, our dreams and thoughts all the time, we would finally be able to accept what we really are. And deep, deep inside: we are all fragile kids, too afraid to dare, too afraid to be free and happy as we were, all along, ment to be.
luciana mariano 