Foto 11.09.16, 12 28 19Sprayer: Hazul
Writer: CfFaust

Porto’s Alma 6

It is your crown which reminds me of Fatima and I am pretty sure that you symbolize her here. I have been to Fátima the place of pilgrimage and it was a really inspiring visit. I visited with people from the church, I mean really old nuns from a catholic convent in Lisbon. This was absolutely strange because they were thirty years my senior and I felt like there grandchild because I really have this strong connection with them. I remember sitting next to one nun whose mobile phone was ringing during the church service and everybody was looking at me. It is so silly of me away associate this story with Fatima to straight. So let me dig deeper. Of course, I remember the silence of that place. Sometimes I get so lost in urban spaces that the noise makes my ears bleed. Fatima exuding silence has a sense of sanctity and one could really feel the spiritual energy no matter whether or not one is religious. During the bus drive, people were following the incantation of the Ave Maria spoken through the bus driver’s microphone. It was so weird to hear a prayer through the substandard sound system of the bus on a highway. Seemingly, praying really went to a postmodern level of movement and speed. I did not join in the praying. In Portuguese, I only know the first lines of the Lord’s Prayer and even in German I am at a loss in regard to Ave Maria. Shame on me, I guess. I really liked looking at the places of legendary Jacinta and the other children who experienced the appearance of the holy mother and received the three secrets. I was so inspired, I named one of my book protagonists Jacinta; a book I am still writing on. The book is going to be about Portuguese identity. The “throw ups” can be found at #identitätsaudade. I don’t even know why I am telling you this at this point but I feel like you should know that I find Alma or Fátima or Portugal in general inspiring which is why I am thinking of relocating to this country. I think creativity comes from a place, which is like a miracle, has a transcendent connection that only occurs when released from earthly thoughts. I don’t want to associate writers or sprayers with the term genius as was common in the 19th century. Equally, I don’t like the egocentric way in which artists choose to present themselves basing their creativity only on their own identity. To me, it seems very egoistic to claim one’s talent on one’s own development or whatever. I am a bit surprised about myself writing so much about religion. But it is not only Hazul’s beautiful pieces that have led me to this point. It’s also my soul always sort of arriving at that point of meaning. I remember people moving along on their knees to one of the statues of Fatima praying the Ave Maria over and over. They were begging for mercy or being healed and everybody in the entire square could watch them. I didn’t like that at all. I think one should do rituals like that away from public. One should do them just for one’s own pleasure or good and for God. But maybe it gave these people vigor again. “Forca para viver”. I don’t know and it is not for me to judge them. So I like the way you are hiding away on these hills, Alma. Your sanctity is save from the public and only someone who really searches for your spirit is going to find you. I like that about you.