“Mais do que uma vez atravessei a primavera/ Em busca do Quê/ Que outrora houvera/ Em mim/ No que eu era […]”

Hello, I am Isabel.

Now, at the age of 22, I am grateful to have lived through my art and to have seen it change after every new challenge.

The biggest challenge for the Artist lays in the most human action of the Self: expression. Communication as a tool can entail blockages to the ones that are overwhelmed with the immense amount of information that wanders around the mind and that they feel the impetus to share. In fact, language is rarely sufficient.

Poetry, dark lines, and color, for portraiting our world in the most organic forms, became my favorite channel to express the world’s truth through my eyes and soul.

This is my open diary of thought and perception. I hope you enjoy it.

IMj.

“[…] the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars […].”

Jack Kerouac