Letter to Bella III - One song at a time

Hi Bellacita,

Life. For the first time in my life Bella I had the most challenging year. Nevertheless, I don't take a dim view of my future. It's almost Christmas and in ten years' time (or perhaps less) my Mom and Dad will get use to me as the wench I am now. I sent them postcards and little figures of my last work. You'll get them as well...be patient. You know I'm a "MULA" with time and get things done. This, of course, does not mean that I want to do something consciously on time. I had to reformulate my own conception for making art. I came to the conclusion that art is one "song" at a time. I see its true value. Just like when we were 15 years old singing "Samba de verao" by caetano...and thinking how that one song became part of that one moment and will die with us. Isn't amazing? Music....songs....art. The good art. The pure and essential. I hope that someday I'll play piano...so could follow the dreamings of my little figures. All we need is time...time...time...(gosh...Theory of relativity...why Einstein?) time...time..tempo! But so far...after so much adversity and so many unexpected obstacles I still cannot believe I'm back in Gringolandia. I have always felt, that something would come up at the last moment making my departure impossible. It has been a year. A year of crazy dilemmas. If I want it...if I don't. Do...don't.

I'm a bit upset, while I believe I've a reason to rejoice. However it's about life. I can see numerous examples here of how difficult it is to succeed in art ( I mean in terms of making a living). Sometimes I wish I'd listen my parents. I will suffer the songs of my long years....and dance Samba whenever I feel like doing it. And lift a broom instead of a pencil.

Soon I'll see you again. And tell your mama I love her to death.

Cheers to our next long year.

much love.