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straight edge, 2018 - SĂŁo Paulo, Brasil
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straight edge, 2018 - SĂŁo Paulo, Brasil
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Floema: fluxo + poema
“Floemas” são fotografias (imagens ou planos capturados por devices fotográficos) tiradas durante o ato da “flanagem” ou do “flow” urbano. Os “floemas” possuem um certo compromisso em registrar a poesia e a arquitetura da coincidência durante o fluxo de deslocamento sem propósito definido, geralmente, em grandes centros urbanos. Este ato da flanagem pelo espaço urbano através da observação fenomenológica geram imagens curiosas advindas das relações casuais de coisas com coisas dentro das cidades.
A partir da data deste post este blog passará a estar unicamente dedicado a esta categoria produção e registro artĂstico, definindo aqui tambĂ©m uma unidade de informação artĂstica, assim como os meus projetos #Biogramas e #Noemas tentam fazer com outras dimensões e lidando com outros conceitos de experimentos.
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[Driven] (a poem in response to another poets poem)
So broken, cracked open, walking on eggshells. Treading through hell. The best is blessed, and the job markets open. I see the green surging through your veins, and your aim to obtain the fame I've attained. Feeding off me, my breathing grows faint... Impossible. You know you started it all, and down did we fall, calling you out, forever you shout, but no one hears you. I stay forever climbing on the mountain of regret, and I got over it, sobered it. Got by, flying higher than the sky, riding on 12 kites and a balloon, reaching for the moon. And I see down below, where you belong. Buried in ruins and our shattered songs.
geometric inflections, 2013 - Sao Paulo, SP