OUTDOORS
The more I am outdoors, the more exposed I am to the nature of my eyesight. Bits of it are confronting, because I become aware of my own timing and the increasing loss of resolution in the world I am able to see. While dancing, on an improvisation with other artists, I have noticed that it is becoming more challenging to connect with what happens on space and therefore to offer contributions to the event. Mostly because I have been loosing visual references and cues much faster than before, making me feel lost, as if my perception of movement would get slower, and probably it is, since my periphery vision gets lower and movement perception has a lot to do with rod cells... Lately only physical touch, having the ground as a major reference that implies gravity and sky, seems to be giving me the necessary coordinates so to understand direction, or action. Maybe being outdoors is a way of keep touching the world as an attempt of perpetuating its recognition to my senses, so I would never loose it, and never get lost for too long.

FICTION
Fiction can take some time to land and feel real. There is always a momentary awkwardness to all beginnings, a sense of mistrust towards action that eventually become part of a particular version of reality. Are these brief and delicate doubts an invented state of realism that connects us to our available sensitivities? As if fiction requires us to navigate the tender terrain of falsehood, to question everything we take for truth.