Kicking-off RFAOH in Portugal
Hello from Faro,
I never ever dreamt about coming to Portugal but I have succumbed to the stories of the southern heat, beach, cheap food and booze. I remember it was just 24 hours ago when I decided to ditch a proposal for a residency in Japan.
My friends left my apartment at 2:30am and I left straight for Schiphol airport, willingly saving my sleep during the 3 hours flight to Faro.
First impression of Faro is that it is surprisingly clean, small and quiet (not that I expected the other way round). Today I spent nearly 3 hours walking along the mildly hot sands and did not enter the ocean. I thought a lot… Mainly about the past year. Many things cross my mind; practice, life, love, and so on.
I’m tired – of traveling, moving or not knowing what’s going to be ahead of me (after I complete my masters program and the end of my ‘on-hiatus’ stint). I realized that I have lesser and lesser patience to travel. Especially seeing bad behaviors, cities in decadence, practicing the unintentional act of (not) knowing, the pretenseand oblivion (of the privileged).
Of course, I know I am reproducing this privilege. Which is why I’m stuck at what I should/could do as an artist. Maybe, I’m just not an artist? I’m thinking if ‘deep tourism’ can transform the current education system and change the mode of knowledge production? Can ‘deep tourism’ eradicate this unintentional act of knowing? (Pardon me for speaking in ‘codes’ right now. Give me some time to unpack these notions.)
I’ll come back to it.