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Here rests Micael Magalhaes’ collection of thoughts. Writing as an art in the intention to relief its own mind of its demons and gods. To disclose his philosophical, noisy and paradoxical perspective of the world.

Got a desk

I just got a desk.

A foldable one, It has more than 50 inches (size queen; jokes are welcome). It had to be large, regarding what I’m gonna do with it. Funny enough, she has no idea WTF she’s doing.

This desk implies structure, all together, not as much physical pain when drawing, painting, and writing while sitting on the floor; At the same time, she’s big enough to lay, basically, most of the ‘canvases’ she owns, definitely a lat top, into the bargain, some parallel art supplies.

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Projection, projections, projection

What do you give a shit about?

This sounds accusatory when it aims to be rhetorical. What do you really care about?

And if you can answer this question; I'm proud of you.

I actually have no clue what shits I give besides the well-being of beloved ones. Which, actually, takes me primarily out my own ‘interests’. I do have points to elaborate on that argument, especially, when I’m normally the first one to call out people and mention that they should always take care of themselves first.

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On poisonous people

Today went well, I went to the gym, did my errands and went for dinner with a friend. That is ignoring the fact I woke up 5am and couldn’t go back to sleep. Insomnia nights are very frequent to me since last year. But that’s not the focus, the focus is one statement. My friend and I were having dinner and he mentioned one of his experiences at work today:

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Bloodless for now

In this week several people I know passed away. None close friends, some friends of friends and some personalities. In addition, some are sick. I am trying to feel compelled to be sad about this dreadfulness surrounding me. However, I’m finding it really rough to do so. Before I can even think of myself as a callous person, I take a good look at myself and calm down. 

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On what is supposed to beNO!?

It’s cold, it’s warm. I don’t know what to feel but overwhelmed. On the haven of America; All the sorrows and prayers of a tearful country find themselves on this swamp. This morass of creativity, talent, refugee and regret fill itself with a Roman pleasure. Such a bohemic space that one cannot contain itself. 

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