Last week I wrote a poem which sprung from ideas that had been in my mind for years before I finally put them to words.
It speaks of all the humanness and ubiquity of homosexuality.
Then gay marriage was approved in the state of New York.
And I shall not post the poem here: it has become minor.
One might wonder, why is that so important for homosexuals around the globe?
The answer is threefold:
1. The USA are the most important and constant source of mass culture at present, and everything coming from them sparks debate and headlines.
2. New York City will now be home for gay couples from all over. No need to explain its cultural importance in the world.
3. The remarkable effort and multiple politic strategies employed by Mr Cuomo’s people to pass the bill shows how much the gay community still needs to further unite and organize itself on various levels. (See the NY Times article here)
At times like these my heart and brains are flooded with better hopes for the future.
Things that happened to me while I was in New York:
1. We hired a shuttle bus service to get to the city. It took way too long and I got impatient twice. The long time got me angry too and I even thought the driver wanted to kindnap us. He won us over though, for he managed to say something nice to every single passenger as they got off the van. We overtipped him.
2. Our first night out almost turned sour because we took the wrong subway line, which led us to a random place in Brooklyn. Then we waited for 30 min in the wrong side of the platform until we figured that one out. Luckily, we ended up in a nice little alternative spot, in which we saw The Pains of Being Pure at Heart totally by chance.
3. A nice saleswoman convinced us to buy sunglasses based on her sincerity: she told us twice some model didn’t suit us well. We felt obliged to buy the ones she said looked good on us. Actually, I was the one persuaded to purchase without the need, my friend really wanted a new pair of shades and was more than happy to get them.
4. I was hit on by a salesman in a hat store who was really sweet and charming and interesting. He told us he was from Oklahoma and that he lived in Harlem in this very nice street and that he wasn’t scared of the area at all. I pictured myself already falling in love with him and sharing his apartment which I would decorate with nice things I would pick. Nothing really happened between us and I didn’t get his name. I’m still curious about it.
5. We had a major fight but ended up theorizing on why people who love and know each other well are still capable of hurting one another. We came to the conclusion that sometimes harsh feelings and bad habits are just too difficult to withhold.
My love for small venues and alternative new acts is too immense to be measured.
The new music club scene in New York is heaven for me; the energy I get from these places runs through my veins and makes up to my brain making me want more and more and more.
Totally by chance, I had the wonderful opportunity of being to a Pains of Being Pure at Heart gig in a small club in New York. They remind me of olden times I did not live, the times of The Smiths and underground moods I didn’t experience. So how could I know how they felt like. Like this:
Indie rock in its best.
My original plan of sharing my travel experiences real time with you hasn’t turned out quite the way I expected it would.
But don’t you worry, there are lots to be told once I return.
Now I’m off to Brooklyn.
I’ll be in New York City very, very soon.
As the week unravels, I shall attempt to translate some of my visual and sentimental experiences through various written texts and images on these pages.
And I cannot wait to be immerse in the atmosphere of a city of plenty.
Sleepwalkers (2007) by Doug Aitken
This time I’m staying close to the art galleries in Chelsea.
Inspiration will be one street way.
While doing a series of posts on women artists weeks ago, I was meaning to feature a Brazilian female artist whose eclectic range of work I really admire. It did not happen. Unfortunately, technological issues hindered my plans and basically turned me off from writing for a while.
Luckily for me, I very unexpectedly came across some images of her work and the idea surfaced again. I was again taken aback by the power of art. It is so pleasant to be surprised like this.
So, Rivane Neuenschwander is a representative of Brazilian Conceptualism who mixes artistic categories as dexterously as can be.
I Wish Your Wish
Neuenschwander’s work is also a true representative of Brazilian culture, for it embodies the mixture of aspects so present in the country. The chaos, the lack of planning and delightful spontaneousness that best translate this country’s life styles are very creatively transformed in carefully conceived and executed art work, creating a transparency paradox which is a treat for the eye.
A special exhibition entitled A Day Like Any Other is currently taking place at the New Museum, in New York City.
The combination of astounding art with staggering architecture is no ordinary event. It is like Brazilianness being played.
Understanding the failure of expectations is to change one’s perspectives in a wise way.
Since I’m still not in the mood to talk about technology and art, I shall instead post here the work of yet another interesting American photographer who caught my attention in New York.
Dana Miller is a landscape photographer who decided to work in the city. That’s a challenge in itself and thus deserved my immediate appreciation.
Shunning cityscapes has become such an easy art form that it has become almost boring. Being a city person to the fullest, I can’t help but admire people who choose a path of no nature to portray life.
In her End of the Line series, Miller went to the last stop of New York’s subway system to capture images that exude life and people’s creativity and lifestyle even if there’s no one to be seen in them.
Seeing the expected is so easy and common-sense. It is much more intriguing to let the unusual mesmerize us.
But then, that is not for just about everyone.