SOON THIS SPACE WILL BE TOO SMALL

SOON THIS SPACE WILL BE TOO SMALL

AND I’LL GO OUTSIDE

TO THE HUGE HILLSIDE

WHERE THE WILD WINDS BLOW

AND THE COLD STARS SHINE

 

I’LL PUT MY FOOT

ON THE LIVING ROAD

AND BE CARRIED FROM HERE

TO THE HEART OF THE WORLD

I’LL BE STRONG AS A SHIP

AND WISE AS A WHALE

AND I’LL SAY THE THREE WORDS

THAT WILL SAVE US ALL

AND I’LL SAY THE THREE WORDS

THAT WILL SAVE US ALL

 

SOO THIS SPACE WILL BE TOO SMALL

AND I’LL LAUGH SO HARD

THAT THE WALLS CAVE IN

THEN I’LL DIE THREE TIMES

AND BE BORN AGAIN

IN A LITTLE BOX

WITH A GOLDEN KEY

AND A FLYING FISH

WILL SET ME FREE

 

SOON THIS SPACE WILL BE TOO SMALL

ALL MY VEINS AND BONES

WILL BE BURNED TO DUST

YOU CAN THROW ME INTO

A BLACK IRON POT

AND MY DUST WILL TELL

WHAT MY FLESH WOULD NOT

 

SOON THIS SPACE WILL BE TOO SMALL

AND I’LL GO OUTSIDE

AND I’LL GO OUTSIDE

AND I’LL GO OUTSIDE

Lhasa de Sela, The living road

Painel de inspiração para a criação da boneca “Travessia”.

Parti da letra de uma canção da Lhasa de Sela, de que gosto especialmente. Fala de travessias entre estados de vida e de morte, e de um peixe voador que liberta. Procurei imagens fortes de vida e movimento. Fluir entre estados que se vão  tornando demasiado pequenos para a existência e nos levam sucessivamente para algo maior…

Primeiras pesquisas texteis de texturas, formas e cores. O fluir do sangue, a ligação entre o feto e o ventre materno.