03/09/2026
NOTES ON BEING SLOW {WHILE IN CAPITALISM}
3/sept/2026
After my trip to Brazil I took several days to do nothing but be in my studio, paint and also, me and my friend Ken Nwadiogbu have our studios in the same building so we talked a lot about art and life, not to mention I had mental space to also talk with my beloved best friends on the phone artist lu__say and activist ❤️
I read books and wrote weird essays. I mainly observed life around me, including the mornings I stayed in my new garden. I needed to recharge, my neurospicy brain demands this from time to time. […]
As the days passed I think I befriended a spider that lives in my garden table. I also enjoyed every bit of nature everyday I walked to my studio, breathing heavily when looking at plants, people and the sky. When I come home I watched a lot of true crime documentaries and movies, as I always had a curiosity about why people have extreme behaviours. Maybe if I wasn’t an artist I could be a criminal psychologist or a detective, although I could never in my life imagine myself being in the police force. […]
I noticed I couldn’t read one book only, so I slowly read many different pages of many books I have about feminism, ecology and specially a few books Clarice Lispector wrote. I’m happy to know her style of writing is like mine, almost like a stream of consciousness that is poetic and philosophical. Dostoyevsky is nothing in comparison to her.
I have been dealing for years now with my health, because of specific problems my body is always is in pain. It makes me stronger because I have no option but to be strong. It is like grief, is always there and it teaches to continue. […]
I have been paying more attention to birds recently, and read somewhere that in many indigenous and ancient cultures they are considered animals that carry messages between worlds as well being ancestors, or spirits. In my new garden there is a wild tree that grows grapes, I did my research and discovered they are called Isabella, my name. Maybe this is a sign, who knows?
I appreciate when birds come to this tree while I’m sat in my hammock, because maybe they are carrying people that I love that are no