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letter* could be letter and letter could be letter

who letter is is not

letter is who reads letter can be

*in Portuguese the word used was mango

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scale scales

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and

or

if

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ticket to the Flegetonte River the fresco made of revelry powder imagined by the heroes' grin that wear arrogance as a crown

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the fisherman

transpires an Uirapuru's soul

that, by lulling delusions,

nourishes the drumming of the fig tree

its roots bathed in indigo

dive into the looking-glass

profound sand melindre*

a gift from Lambe-Olhos ² 

*melindre: it can mean: a feeling of shame, something delicate, or a specific cake made of honey. ²Lambe-Olhos : it is a type of bee. The name literally translates as "lick-eyes"

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they needed sun but spring insisted in Icarus's scares playing shouted: faraway goes the water the girl the lady the hither mother by definition are ways of search

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the farmer synthesized lines

grouped them into differences when plowing coral's fluency

feverish harvest fire seaweed Baúna in phloem-detour

the thread's albedo that weaves red tide cocoon

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sightless drop of your chest. exhausted and frustrated, smiles by body discipline eye to the beak saw the nerves of images. As if it was truth to inhabit darkness. A yours. that how only. By being drowned Placed into a silence that, plants in his discursive garden A beast incapable .Was made of water to fall there. contrasted with the steep moat equally afflicted, with immature reasons 

*literal translation 

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twist and turns touching ember denuded by the gold-plated down  a butterfly silk whisper traces ghosts of the compass captive carmine, vague memory in the masquerade sky  

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bordering thou thou borders

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by 

skin 

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nostalgic I ignored the Higanbana's trail and joined the burrow complete by the half-full

cyclically I became matter of the steps I've already taken with no emotions of first time nor the wisdom of a second

between ten repetitions I heard about the beauty of the half-empty I asked the Higanbana to show me but the greedy flowers wanted in return what I cherish the most

between hundred repetitions I heard about the beauty of the half-empty I asked the Higanbana to show me but the greedy flowers wanted in return what I cherish the most

between thousand repetitions I dreamed about the beauty of the half-empty I begged the Higanbana to free me but them the greediest wanted what I cherish the most

I smiled opening my hands and after losing my matter I winded one hundred and ten thousand burrows I became the Higanbana's smell I made myself instants in the half-air  

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It was a puddle that looked like a well scents of another side, another party, another floor

She approached her being, touching the lines between the water mirror.  

The ground caught her feet climbing as a spirit form and like dusk coal

 she felt replaced

her reflection stoled her shadow her shadow locked in the can

what reflects took her core becoming incomplete without what she hides only accompanied by what she shows

But with bone crumbs, it didn't bother her

- If you lose your shadow, your reflection will replace us Said the drop of sweat that could not make itself exist

- Is that a bad thing? It has a better way of being than us Answered the laugh without bubbling

-We will lose our capability of choosing The one who doesn't even exist dared to insist

The laughter bubbled up - The true freedom!

She liked the vibration, convinced of being movement

- Do not listen to those afraid of passing, who want to be wind under the water. Stung the sweat

But that only served as reverse Howling through the droplets seemed like freedom maybe she will become cloudless rain

- Do you ignore the loneliness of your reflection? What comes intruded, revolted with such nonsense

- Come on, reflects your reflection and swallow your shadow, before it becomes you and you become pollen It said but did not offer road    just dripped what can't be reached Penetrating her pores as poison of option

And, 

between sparks 

She became cloudless rain.

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what matters is touching the sun with slippers

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Because of the pandemic, I was living at my beach house. During the time I stayed there, this furniture got my attention. So much so that I did a whole project with oil pastel about them. The details and the curves combine with the red paint layer that my mom applied over the wood creates a special feeling of things as beings, things as places. When my final project was taking the form of a book and I started to idealize how I would compose it in an exhibition space, these pieces of furniture came to my mind.  The initial thought was to place the chair in front of a blank wall and put the book over it. I liked the idea of unconventional use of furniture and especially the ambiguity of sitting or not on the chair to see the book. I thought about a table. But it didn't match the philosophy of my work, of offering uncertainties for the person to do what they feel like doing with them. So the book on the chair was a better match. But it was missing something. I wanted to create a feeling of a microenvironment inside a macro one. So this weird hatstand, from the same collection as the chair, was the solution. The bright red sameness and matching designs as the only two pieces present in front of a blank wall was a perfect ambient for my book to be in.   Then, I saw the place that I was assigned with. It has the blank wall that I wanted. But, it was also a corner with a window wall that faces a tree. It was perfect. The chair facing a corner of white and outside world (with city and nature) was an even better place to see the book. But the furniture was at the beach. My mother was going to bring it to São Paulo (her car is the only one that the hatstand fits), but the housekeeper got COVID-19 (he is fine, asymptomatic) so there was no one to feed the dogs. My mother couldn't come to São Paulo. So I was not able to do the installation in time for the deadline. But it seems that the exposition will be a week delay, if this happens I will try to go to the beach with my father and bring them to São Paulo. 

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my compilation of references that I gathered during my graduation and served as inspiration for my final projects