Butterfly

It was very early in the morning. The traffic was surprisingly good, and because I was too early to go to work, I decided to sit in a chair in front of Bryant Park’s grassy field. The sun was still shy, but few people were waiting for that warm energy to begin the day. Then... Continue Reading →

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Bread

“My dear, things have been so bad in here that I don’t want leave home.” I remember this phrase from Chico the very last time we saw each other when I went to Brazil. He was kindness personified, a genius artist with a mix of simplicity and a huge laugh. My first thought was the... Continue Reading →

In the Middle

I’ve been obsessed with stories of people who’ve had out of-body-experiences. The possibility of looking at yourself from the outside, looking around without pain, while freely navigating in the space must be unforgettable —or at least transforming. I once experienced this and it changed me forever. No, I didn’t leave my body and didn’t float... Continue Reading →

Mrs. Hope

I have a Brazilian co-worker. Her name is Marcella. Marcella told me before working with us, she used to sell bikinis in the winter time. I know it was tough for her, but I found it very poetic, as a concrete form of hope. Imagine yourself there, in the middle of the snow, with the... Continue Reading →

EmptiNest

Last week, a friend of mine sent me this artwork Invisibles (2018) by Jaume Plensa. It immediately brought me back to a text I wrote last year, while I was battling the thought of back to work. I felt this desire to share it, especially because I know there are a lot of women who... Continue Reading →

Wave

Anyone who lives or had lived in the countryside knows exactly the scheme of life’s waves. Someone gets married, five others decide to marry at the same time; someone gets robbed, five more too… I’m in a wave peak right now: the babies one. Family, friends, friends of friends: everyone decided to deliver a baby... Continue Reading →

Por quê?

  Há um bom tempo atrás, eu estava conversando com amigos sobre um curta (Da Janela do meu quarto) feito por outro amigo, o cineasta Cao Guimarães.  Todo mundo estava dando seu ponto de vista num jeito bem acadêmico: o ângulo, os elementos, a menina/o menino personalizando os papéis do mulher e do homem na... Continue Reading →

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