I started sound-walking right after I got out of train. I was on my way going home. The most obvious sound was the howling of the wind. It was very intense, especially when the wind was hitting my face; it was as if I was howling. The howl of the wind was the only voice I could hear for most of the time. Then I realized the sound of leaves that were crawling on the streets. The wind was driving them all around. It was the sound of leaves blowing in the streets. And, of course, the sound of cars passing by. They were not honking but making noise while passing the streets of Brooklyn. A bus passed by me and stop at the bus station. I never thought a bus could make such noise when its doors were opening. Also, I could still hear the subway-train going to the next station. The train had its own special kind of sound. While I get closer to home, I heard the sound of flagpole shaking, which was located in the school-yard. It was actually a creepy sound, since it reminded me the intensity of the wind. The school-yard was actually pretty silent, compared to the other times of day. No sound of children playing… A lady passed by me with her high-heels, that took away all my attention. It should be really hard walking on them. Right after a man in his Mercedes, having his music on very loud disappeared in the darkness, I came home. I got in, and there was a peaceful silence. It was a windy night on the streets of Brooklyn.
Monday, March 28, 2016
"What I hear"
The Wind
I started sound-walking right after I got out of train. I was on my way going home. The most obvious sound was the howling of the wind. It was very intense, especially when the wind was hitting my face; it was as if I was howling. The howl of the wind was the only voice I could hear for most of the time. Then I realized the sound of leaves that were crawling on the streets. The wind was driving them all around. It was the sound of leaves blowing in the streets. And, of course, the sound of cars passing by. They were not honking but making noise while passing the streets of Brooklyn. A bus passed by me and stop at the bus station. I never thought a bus could make such noise when its doors were opening. Also, I could still hear the subway-train going to the next station. The train had its own special kind of sound. While I get closer to home, I heard the sound of flagpole shaking, which was located in the school-yard. It was actually a creepy sound, since it reminded me the intensity of the wind. The school-yard was actually pretty silent, compared to the other times of day. No sound of children playing… A lady passed by me with her high-heels, that took away all my attention. It should be really hard walking on them. Right after a man in his Mercedes, having his music on very loud disappeared in the darkness, I came home. I got in, and there was a peaceful silence. It was a windy night on the streets of Brooklyn.
I started sound-walking right after I got out of train. I was on my way going home. The most obvious sound was the howling of the wind. It was very intense, especially when the wind was hitting my face; it was as if I was howling. The howl of the wind was the only voice I could hear for most of the time. Then I realized the sound of leaves that were crawling on the streets. The wind was driving them all around. It was the sound of leaves blowing in the streets. And, of course, the sound of cars passing by. They were not honking but making noise while passing the streets of Brooklyn. A bus passed by me and stop at the bus station. I never thought a bus could make such noise when its doors were opening. Also, I could still hear the subway-train going to the next station. The train had its own special kind of sound. While I get closer to home, I heard the sound of flagpole shaking, which was located in the school-yard. It was actually a creepy sound, since it reminded me the intensity of the wind. The school-yard was actually pretty silent, compared to the other times of day. No sound of children playing… A lady passed by me with her high-heels, that took away all my attention. It should be really hard walking on them. Right after a man in his Mercedes, having his music on very loud disappeared in the darkness, I came home. I got in, and there was a peaceful silence. It was a windy night on the streets of Brooklyn.
Monday, March 14, 2016
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Artist Statement
Art is a form of expression,
a powerful one. We as people feel the need to express ourselves and our
thoughts in our society, and this is exactly why I started making art. There is
no limit in art; you have the utmost freedom as possible at all. There is no
one telling you what to do or why you do it. I make art just because I feel to
do so.
Freud refers to Art as a way
to encounter the experience of suffering in life, and I completely agree with
him. Life is harsh. There are lots of difficulties and impossibilities. After
having looked for an escape from the brutal life, my last destination was Art.
It made me forget the existence of impossibilities and offered me such a strong
apparatus to fight against the difficulties I have in life. I realized that
everything is possible with art.
Time to time I fly through
the skyscrapers of New York City; I start running from the beginning of the Chinese
great wall until the end of it; I sometimes dive into a volcano, looking for
diamonds; I even live like a fish without no memory. In art, there is no
suffering but only happiness. It is where Cabe and Able still live in peace
forever. There is no infant or poor. The people of art never heard of politicians
or dictators, because with Art, everything is possible and there is no
suffering.
If Art is a drug, let it
intoxicate me until I die.
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