Illustration by Rodrigo Costa
I must say that sometimes I feel myself tired. Sometimes I look at me as though I was fighting against the instinctive strength. Nevertheless, I keep the hope of finding the animal available to think, available to the reason, able to contradict the establishment, able to live by himself, in the same way that, as a citizen, he can survive out of any political party; available to hear, but unavailable for blindly follow the mentors’ steps. Yes, it can be asked how to put things in its place. It’s not easy because the world seems to be upside down; the carts are before the horses; the boldness took over the intelligence’s place, and if a dictatorship is not a good idea, I honestly look at democracy as a sloppy regimen, which allows to any stupid to reach an important position; at any time, any ignorant can decide about people’s life — anyone can say that there isn’t a perfect regimen, indeed. It’s right, because as I defend, the problem isn’t the Art, the Religion or the Politics; the problem is the human’s nature. To build a personality involves character, apprenticeship and faith. It’s needed to analyze and self-analyze so as to see what suits to our nature; what kind of proposals we must accept or reject. Our balance — our affective fill — isn’t got by following or accepting the fashion’s dictatorship. Sensibility has not anything to see about sex; sensibility has to see about everything — to be sensitive is an unavoidable condition to feel what’s going on around and, mainly,
what’s going on inside us — unfortunately, in the art world there is more stylists than thinkers, and without thinking, we’ll always stay far from the Sense. So, when somebody, he or she, thinks of being an artist, they must realize if they are prepared to be free1 or to be as small pets in hands of fragile owners… And it mustn’t be forgotten: an artist is himself a collective project... but always an individual entity… 1 – Freedom is a utopia, really. There is only conditional freedom, once we live, at least, arrested by our conscience.
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