[-empyre-] LANGUAGE, STEREOCENA, SPACES, INTERNET

["aLexandre Venera" <e.ale@ig.com.br>]

forgive this child
	
>
>....... n) which from far seem flies.
>( BORGES, Jorge Luis, apud FOUCAULT, Michel. As palavras  e as coisas. .......
>
>1- I would like you tell us about your process of creation, where you use, I
>think,  words and things. Perhaps you can tell us a little bit of your
>childhood. I believe that our creativity is developped in our yards.
>
>2- Do not you think that this impossibility of think like the other is what
>do the Art so magic? Is not it that turns Art the kingdom of freedom? 
>
>Regina
>


Hi great world. I am a dwarf. Descending of Italians and Germans.
I was born in the south of Brazil 10 years after any more war
to change this world. Here it was a nationalist time in that prohibited to 
speak any foreign language (their uses and habits). All of my family,
previous to me, they spoke two or more languages, but me not. The city 
in that I live wants to be industrial, and we were born educated for the 
work... and to have natural concerns with things that we never reached.
But I re-returned, I am not more dwarfish.
Me (as many) re-involui in the demo-socialism (I divided me), in the
existentialism (I ponder me), in the psychedelic rules of the
market " mafonics " (I almost disappeared), and in situacionism
(which from far seem I am a fly in the soup). Therefore, with so many 
re-evolutions, I can only think that every law today will be a crime tomorrow. 
I have now 1,78 centimeters (of height and in the widths I am thin), but,
I feel, I continue varying. I grew larger than my father, but mine sons are 
higher than me. Then I ask:
what height will the humanity arrive?

I also see a great magic in the art: to wake up thoughts and questions...
How to understand an adult for his childhood if the life all he is guided
how a child? Will it be that only an artist understands the adults' traumas?
    
I make art about the adultery (the adult's betrayal), re-involved inside 
of that impressionism that explores an artist that cut his ear and doesn't 
understand the individual expressive terrorism of so many anonyms that are 
auto-exploded today.