If you can’t guess how day 1 starts, you skipped 2020. Yes, we all did. Most of it, anyway. And it is still crawling into this year, while the brave keep moving forward. The arts have been abandoned by the times, and there are new words that need to come out and bring some light again. I feel blurfed. Yes, I just made up the word. I can say it, and it feels what I feel: it has energy on a dark vowel, and it hits percussively at the end while it jumps forward. It accepts to be tired, but it’s ready to begin again. I like the sound and at the end, it pulls a smile out. So, I decided: I feel blurfed. ▣

Artist (and I mean the creators, the performers and the supporters – now that we understand how complex our art forms are- ), artists, want to create. Our spaces are closed, diminished, affected, abandoned. Art reflects the times, even when they are these confusing. And artists absorb and transform that energy. It’s draining. Yes, we aim to entertain, and the show must go on. Blurfed. But sometimes, we want to ask questions, as we like it. And walk around to get inspired because all the world’s a stage only to realize, we are merely players. Blurfed.

Yes, yes. I tested negative: yey! I did not meet most of the team: I saw them on a screen, in a waltz that kept switching the pieces. It took me a while to find the small face that was speaking. And as I did, the yellow frame switched: you know the zoom-dance. And if we meet, I hope to recognize them, because I will mostly see only their eyes above their masks behind their visor. We must keep safe to create. I am incredibly excited to be active. I am so thankful for those who pass the blurf, smile, stand up and walk. Cheers to you all!

Salud!