Aline Castanhari

— On synchronicity, German shepherds, and grief During the first week after the passing of my grandmother-mother, a haze enveloped me. As much as I tried to carry out my responsibilities, telling myself that time does not stop (and who is it, exactly, that moves time?), something had shifted into slow motion. Thoughts. Movement. The difficulty of making the dinner that I usually do in the blink of an eye. The house slowly accumulates things that have fallen and scattered, fro

On the misadventures of romantic love There is an existential and biological mission in the process of “finding someone.” The so-called romantic love is, among many things, a duty. We are expected to have a partner. We are conditioned to need one. From the age of sixteen to thirty-six, I remained in relationships. Without major pauses. Looking back, it seems there was always someone around whom I could orbit. And if there wasn’t, there soon would be. Someone had to be chosen.

- About entering midlife In August, I'll turn 38. I'm getting very close to 40. These ages that change the first digit make you think a lot, don't they? Or society does. When I was 8, they told me I'd soon become a "young lady." I, who wasn't a big fan of that life, was very saddened by the prophecy that I would spend more time in this complicated place called Earth. At 18, they told me I'd soon become an adult. By then, I had already understood that growing up can be super c

— The First Weeks of a Piano Album Project In "The Artist's Journey" by Steven Pressfield, we get a poetic view of the artistic creation process as a channel between different conscious states . That higher sensorial perception is described by Pressfield as the "Muse work", making an allegory to the "Odyssey", classic Greek literature by Homer. The Muse is described as "Zeus daughter" or "Divine Poesy". A mystical archetype of beauty, inspiration and creation. According to

I used to think that street performers were just too good. Something circus-like. A big enough attraction that they deserved to be...

I am totally sure that each musician, artist, have already gotten desperately lost inside his art. Lost between possibilities,...

About Eyes, Pain, and Windows Life sounds like two unbalanced jars: one full and one empty. And it is almost automatic to concentrate on...

I've been absent for a long time. Absent from friends, family, absent from me. Livelihood has become a burden and my only concern. But...

When I was 20, I sent a video of me singing to a boy whom I liked. He said: "Why don’t you just play the guitar? It would sound better.”...

- Two months sustaining myself through music in Montreal There are some fantastic experiments about social behavioral patterns. One of my...

I arrive at 5:45 a.m in the subway to sign up the list of musicians. The "homeless" people still sleep through the empty station. One of...

I bought 2 packets of fairy lights To create a scenario where I can act To be a character and so forget All the insecurity that I am. One...