Little did I know that my ability to seek change depended on the stability of the world at large. In March, that sense of stability came crashing down and suddenly I found myself in a situation of change that was beyond my experience and above my pay grade.
Some moments you’re grieving, next you’re on cloud nine. Some moments you’re alone, completely isolated, next you’re sleeping in your lover’s bed. Some moments you’re certain, next you’ve lost your track.
They say the best kiss is the one that has been exchanged a thousand times between the eyes before it reaches the lips, but during this quarantine I´ve learned words are the first kiss. We are used to judge by appearance, to touch before we listen, we connect with our bodies before than with our minds. But now, being isolated we can only touch each other through our words.
In this issue we are going to explore happiness. The pursuit of happiness may well be the most stubborn of all human clichés. Everybody, throughout human history, has been searching for it, selling it, finding it, and losing it. Happiness is what keeps us humans going. What helps us forget the hardships. It distracts us from the tragedy and finiteness of life. Happiness is like the drug that keeps us alive.
“I’ve been visiting my memories. My hot body after the sun. The wind blew on my face. The breeze calming down in the treetops. And that day full of…
“[W]hat is a melancholia? What is a depression? – we find ourselves faced with an enigmatic chiasmus that will continue to preoccupy us. If loss, mourning, and absence set the imaginary act in motion and permanently fuel it as much as they menace and undermine it, it is also undeniable that the fetish of the work of art is erected in disavowal of this mobilizing affliction.
“I wanted to live this way, surrounded by a garden and beautiful landscape all my life. It wasn’t how I grew up but I always yearned for this way of…
The past has not always been as good as you think it had been when you look back at it from the present. But even the bad moments stay as a bittesweet memory in your mind, in yourself and accompany you wherever you go making you realize a tiny bit of the greatness of your own evolution, the preciousness of each moment you experience and life itself.
It’s been ten days, that I have wished to hear your subtle breathless snore next to me, your unfettered grunt, your dry whisper in my ear; but there, here, is only the unforgiving Atlantic wind, the rain, all the rain, and the narrow eyed seagulls on the power pole.
Damaged heart but now more stronger than before. Magic muse, unique and similar to all the others at the same time, I fall back into your arms. With another. All over again. Every time I believe in it. The warmth of kisses. To slide fingers through hair, hot emerald looks, naked bodies.
I haven´t been creative in a while. No words come out of my brain worth to be written down. Everything has already been said and written down. And while being stuck in the rat race of life, all my energy goes into keeping up with keeping it all together.
We met years ago in Pasadena CA in a women’s rehabilitation center; we all suffered from addiction and self destructive tendency. We had wasted and burnt our lives to the ground for many years until we were able to get honest with ourselves and admit we had a problem and needed help with our drug addictions and through time we were all able to overcome our many character defects to live a life of inner freedom beauty and art.
“I am a self portrait film artist who values raw beauty and authenticity in my work. I have felt ashamed of my body most of my life. I’ve struggled with an eating disorder and negative body image for as long as I can remember. Shooting self-portrait on film shows me how there is no need for the fancy gear or retouching to create something beautiful.
“The studio is my second home… but a home isn’t a home without the people in it. The people that inspire you to create in ways you never even thought you could. The people who believed in you and your abilities when others didn’t. Saw your sparkle when no one did.”
“I’m a 21 Vietnamese girl and I’m currently living in Hanoi – the capital of Vietnam. I was born in 1998 and in a family where nobody loves art. I used to feel ashamed of being an art-lover because my whole family doesn´t care about it and they want me to do something which brings a lot of money, and they believe that money is the only thing that can bring happiness.