I’m in Brazil. I’m in São Paulo. Until the end of November. If nothing happens. If I don’t leave. If I don’t stay longer. If I don’t die first.
All that can be.
Yesterday I already cried.
I went to Pivõ, an art space in the ground floor of the Copan building. There was a talk between Cildo Meireles and Guilherme Wisnik. I couldn’t really hear the talk, it was so far and the acoustics of the space didn’t help the distance between the speakers and me. Anyways I found this piece by Mario Garcia Torres. And it made me cry.
This is page 3 of Mario Garcia Torres Like You, I Dig…(n/d), the notes of a lecture he wrote I don’t know when or for whom. But in the moment it just reverberated in the right spot, and it brought it all through my eyes.
So here I am. Let’s see what happens.
Later yesterday my friend MPA, who is here too to do a performance at Paço das Artes, was saying:
“To show your notes is just not enough. We are passed that.
Art, an artist, YOU are making the “visible”, demarcating the limit of what is worth to be seen, thought of, considerable.
How do we signify that? How do we inscribe the urgency of the issue in the formal consideration is a responsibility.
I added. Maybe only in my head.
and Mario Garcia Torre’s notes on a conference were in my head, irremediably.
I made a pdf with pictures I took of the whole lecture, if someone cares to read it. I recommend.
São Paulo feels is an ocean.