Portrait of Time

- "I can't help it"
"I don't really know yet" - she said.

"I miss you".

I feel nostalgic. It may not be a good time to feel it either. This is with no doubt the weirdest mood I've ever had. I lost sense of time. Of past, present and future. I left my paintings on the side to dedicate my time on the fashion business. It's painful. It's sad. I should make time for it. Forget to sleep and just make time for it.

I had a conversation with Bella the other day about time. How much longer time will take me away. She said she didn't know. I said I didn't either. We have no control of time. All I know is that old people talk about the past. Young people talk about the future. But sometimes the future is just the immediate future. But what's that anyway?. What does time mean? We can no longer really know what time it is because we're caught in between many layers of future, present and past. In a continuous and perpetual loop.

I never knew how to portrait time. It seems to me that we can never really understand it. You have an appointment at 2pm. You know that is something that's fixed, in some sense, but we don't really have an idea of that time itself.
That brings my passion for photographs. A photo is always of a moment that no longer exists, and at the same time, that moment continues to exist...eternally. Art, on the other hand, is a moment inside ourselves. That exists eternally. And continues to exist and surround us eternally in our canvas. Wall. Body. Soul. That's the only difference of time that I've found..and know of. Time inside our chaotic minds and time of the world outside. They never harmonize. But if you can live in harmony with both times...if you believe you can...you should do it.

Perhaps, but if anyone's smart enough to pull it off, it's not me.