Hi, I present you one of my paintings called MY MEMORY LAND and its phrases!
Hope you like it !
...my memory land...
eternity had a past • the hungry then the moral • if the past taught you to kiss like this, thanks for the ones before me • always the same white sun • keep legs and mouth shut • did this life really exist or did I make it up? • your glory is smoke • a good thing is shower • heal me from being old • there is only one truth and only one lie • is the dark hard or soft? • to forget you is more difficult then to stand you • your little was good • the experience killed the idea • to get lost is a way • where does the time I lost go? • or I am a saint or I am a wacko • I found out that each one of us is diverse • a long time ago, I used to turn into an angel in May • you are more defenseless than a fat naked lady • come to the table or it will get cold • is there bread in the sky, mom? • it is the life of the things • the insconscience is the fundament of life • is the heart could think it would stop • the stars lie light • who gives love looses love? • the trip is the traveler • what we see is what we are • scribble your eyes (expression for: go date!) • I got a music box as a gift • it is not a question of calendar, it is a question of breathing • my words work for my reality, your words work for your reality, se we decide to exchange words they will loose their value • likes and dislikes are arguable • end a period with an exclamation • I would love so much if I didn’t fear • you are where you are most missed • I love you the size of this whole world • I decided to be happy and I became • the solution is the ménage • cry, my eyes • I wet my brushes in my soul´s water • do not bargain with an artist • we kill time and it kills us • have they say sorry for you? • did you live the years you have? • craziness • I believe in smurfs • Is it so difficult to understand me? • soul swings • when it hurts I scream “ai” • sometimes I cry smiling • I am just like a sweeper in the fall • I wanted to eat your desire • I like hot brownies with vanilla ice cream • I just pray in the shower • look at the person beside you and observe his strangeness • how is the dwarfs´ life? • how long does the night last? • give me a true answer and I could love you • if I was asked about the beauty of life, I would talk about a little flower I once saw • I can clearly live without knowing me • I like wet hair •yes, this handwriting is mine • to comprehend is difficult, to accept is impossible • I just had to say • it must be hard be poor • high hill kills • I farted specially for you • tell me sky, do you know my half? • turn off the stars and let me sleep • everything seems so untied • I returned my entrance ticket • I don’t know what else I can do • have I said I love you in this canvas? • I wonder if I know how to go back home from here • it’s late to say goodbye • no one knows a pleasure of an elevator’s love • they say that teen is the best time • I always say I am ok • I don’t know about the dangerous of the streets • no, I don’t have a cigarette • how much is worth your hour of work? • i know its hard to pray, but i just do it • you know I think you’re cute • half of the people are divided • there is no way you can know someone’s real intentions • amen • I don’t know why every day needs to end, does everything have to? • my nails grow • I have no ideas what I am writing so far • I wanted to suspend my head • today was not worth • I know I am one, but they want me to be more, always more • and that’s how my Sunday ended • sixteenth of September ___________________________________
Hope you like it !
...my memory land...
eternity had a past • the hungry then the moral • if the past taught you to kiss like this, thanks for the ones before me • always the same white sun • keep legs and mouth shut • did this life really exist or did I make it up? • your glory is smoke • a good thing is shower • heal me from being old • there is only one truth and only one lie • is the dark hard or soft? • to forget you is more difficult then to stand you • your little was good • the experience killed the idea • to get lost is a way • where does the time I lost go? • or I am a saint or I am a wacko • I found out that each one of us is diverse • a long time ago, I used to turn into an angel in May • you are more defenseless than a fat naked lady • come to the table or it will get cold • is there bread in the sky, mom? • it is the life of the things • the insconscience is the fundament of life • is the heart could think it would stop • the stars lie light • who gives love looses love? • the trip is the traveler • what we see is what we are • scribble your eyes (expression for: go date!) • I got a music box as a gift • it is not a question of calendar, it is a question of breathing • my words work for my reality, your words work for your reality, se we decide to exchange words they will loose their value • likes and dislikes are arguable • end a period with an exclamation • I would love so much if I didn’t fear • you are where you are most missed • I love you the size of this whole world • I decided to be happy and I became • the solution is the ménage • cry, my eyes • I wet my brushes in my soul´s water • do not bargain with an artist • we kill time and it kills us • have they say sorry for you? • did you live the years you have? • craziness • I believe in smurfs • Is it so difficult to understand me? • soul swings • when it hurts I scream “ai” • sometimes I cry smiling • I am just like a sweeper in the fall • I wanted to eat your desire • I like hot brownies with vanilla ice cream • I just pray in the shower • look at the person beside you and observe his strangeness • how is the dwarfs´ life? • how long does the night last? • give me a true answer and I could love you • if I was asked about the beauty of life, I would talk about a little flower I once saw • I can clearly live without knowing me • I like wet hair •yes, this handwriting is mine • to comprehend is difficult, to accept is impossible • I just had to say • it must be hard be poor • high hill kills • I farted specially for you • tell me sky, do you know my half? • turn off the stars and let me sleep • everything seems so untied • I returned my entrance ticket • I don’t know what else I can do • have I said I love you in this canvas? • I wonder if I know how to go back home from here • it’s late to say goodbye • no one knows a pleasure of an elevator’s love • they say that teen is the best time • I always say I am ok • I don’t know about the dangerous of the streets • no, I don’t have a cigarette • how much is worth your hour of work? • i know its hard to pray, but i just do it • you know I think you’re cute • half of the people are divided • there is no way you can know someone’s real intentions • amen • I don’t know why every day needs to end, does everything have to? • my nails grow • I have no ideas what I am writing so far • I wanted to suspend my head • today was not worth • I know I am one, but they want me to be more, always more • and that’s how my Sunday ended • sixteenth of September ___________________________________






Adriano Pedrosa, born in 1965 in Rio de Janeiro, is an independent curator, editor and writer based in São Paulo. He has published in Artforum (New York), Art Nexus (Bogota), Art+Text (Sydney), Tate etc (London), Exit (Madrid), and Frieze (London), among others. Pedrosa curated F[r]icciones (with Ivo Mesquita, Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofia, Madrid, 2000), was adjunct curator and editor of publications of the XXIV Bienal de São Paulo (1998), co-curator and co-editor of publications of the 27th Bienal de São Paulo (2006), curator of Museu de Arte da Pampulha, Belo Horizonte (2001-2003), curator of InSite_05, San Diego/Tijuana (2005), curator of 31st Panorama da Arte Brasileira (Museu de Arte Moderna de São Paulo, 2009), and artistic director of the 2nd Trienal Poli/Gráfica de San Juan (2009). He was a juror of the UNESCO Prize for the Promotion of the Arts (Istanbul Biennial, 2001), of the Prêmio EDP Novos Artistas (Museu Serralves, Porto, 2003), and of the Hugo Boss Prize (Guggenheim Museum, New York, 2004). Pedrosa is on the editorial board of The Exhibitionist: A Journal for Exhibition Making and is the founding director of Programa Independente da Escola São Paulo—PIESP.
Jens Hoffmann, born in 1974 in San José, Costa Rica, is a writer and curator of exhibitions based in San Francisco where he is the Director of the CCA Wattis Institute for Contemporary Arts. Hoffmann has worked for a number of art institutions including the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York; KIASMA -- Museum for Contemporary Art, Helsinki; Kölnischer Kunstverein, Cologne; The Hugh Lane Museum of Modern Art, Dublin; DIA Center for the Arts, New York, Kunstverein in Hamburg; Kunst-Werke, Berlin; Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions, Los Angeles; Museum Kunst-Palast, Düsseldorf as well as for exhibitions such as Documenta X (1997), the 1st Berlin Biennial (1998), and the 9th Lyon Biennial (2007). He was the Director of Exhibitions at the Institute of Contemporary Arts in London (2003--2007) and co-curator of the 2nd Trienal Poli/Gráfica de San Juan (2009). He is currently co-curating, with Harrell Fletcher, the 1st People's Biennial, taking place in five US museums in 2010. Hoffmann is senior lecturer at the Curatorial Practice Program of the California College of the Arts in San Francisco, a guest professor at the Nova Academia di Bella Arti in Milan and an adjunct faculty member of the Curatorial Studies Program of Goldsmiths College, University of London. He is the founding editor of The Exhibitionist: A Journal on Exhibition Making.

















































