Is achieving indifference an art? The pinnacle, the apex of zen? Or is it an unforgiving detrimental choice? A learned behavior that compels us to "get ahead" and or a cliched form of apathy. Forcing us to disengage and divorce ourselves from a sense of purpose or meaning in life. 

This is important to me. To find the balance. To decipher what it means to be indifferent and whether or not it is something to strive for. As a high functioning empath (as I like to describe myself) everything feels a lot. Always. And somewhere in my mind I feel like the act of choosing indifference feels like a guise for dehumanization. 

Imagine: An entire planet, 7 billion human souls, displaying, living, portraying a lack of interest, enthusiasm or concern for one another. Or anything for that matter. In a world that forces us to ignore others in pain, to seek power over the souls that struggle in finding their way, I am afraid that indifference feels like a perversion rather than art. 

Perhaps, The art of achieving indifference is death. 




Thus it begins, or has already been in effect but never acknowledged. Where would one, does one, find or discover a form of insight, awareness, wisdom and enlightenment? In a time of the inevitable rise of mediocrity, narcissistic endeavors and vapid conversations, people are increasingly passive aggressive, untrusting and void of any kind of gratitude for the brilliance of a single breath. The incomprehensible novelty of life itself is never mentioned, while consciousness is never acknowledged and "being" is forgotten. Leaving the miserable self to the forefront. ENTER: The self obsessed bone bag. 

It has come to a great surprise to me that there are 7 billion people on this planet and I have met perhaps 2-3 that are capable of an unconditional friendship. These 2-3 people do not want my money (not that I have any), they do not want my skills, they do not want my access to my contacts, they do not want my boyfriend, they don't want to be "seen" with me. They want absolutely nothing of the sort. The only thing they want is connection. One human being locked in and connected to another. And this people... is a rare thing. Perhaps I am wrong, but I consider the rise of mediocrity to be the product of a conscious "check out". The state in which one becomes abnormally self obsessed that they are willing to go to any lengths to achieve some "thing" that they forget themselves and their being entirely. These "things" prevent us from connecting with one another, and encourage us to use one another. 

It is such a shame that I have met so many of the self obsessed and so little of the connected. BUT! I still have faith. With this small piece dropped into the abyss of the internet, I hope to offer up the idea of human connection and challenge myself as well as others to seek it out in one another. The simple action of connecting. Allowing each other to be amazed by the rhythmic simplicity of breath and the wonderment of existence.  

La Dolce Vita by Nathalia Pizarro


I spend a lot of time thinking about what my next move will be. Where I will find my next idea, what will it be and where will I find the inspiration for it. Will it come in a lyric, an image, a tone, a movement, an emotion? Moment to moment- trying to keep myself as open as possible I navigate through my days searching, reading, watching, listening. When it comes it comes. Like a wave of euphoria, I have it. I've received the information. I'm a firm believer that when you start to believe that the idea, any idea begins and starts with you- you're fucked. All of our ideas are built on those that came before us. All of my ideas consist of little trinkets I've picked up and collaged together to create something new. The only thing that individualizes our ideas is how we perceive and express them. 

I haven't had the inspiration to paint in a few months, so when the feeling came on I immediately meditated on the structure of the idea for 2 min( that's all I can handle of meditation, I'm terrible at it) and then ran to get the colors and supplies. This particular piece is a reflection on the idea of "movement within a confined space". Endless spaces, all built within other spaces. Confined but active. This is a reflection of my emotional landscape. Thoughts, phases and words. Lined up, one after another-different colors, different moods. 

La Dolce Vita is available for purchase or view.


PREVIEW: MALCONTENTO by Nathalia Pizarro


A photo series shot and directed by VOWWS for STICKS AND STONES AGENCY 

Inspired by my love of Italian cinema, glamour-boredom, domestic behavior and the inconsistent emotional landscapes of a female mind.  

Coming soon: Sept 16th 2015

WORDS:  Dream-Pedlary by Thomas Lovell-Beddoes