Every day the same
In nothing layouts
Pure and simple
Within an obsession to be the best, the most, the most perfect, executing tasks, thoughts, zunzuns, humhums, and infinite to-do lists, I decided to let go. I refused to be good. I wrote and let my thoughts flow, with little to no editing, judging, analyzing. For once, I allow myself to suck, to be average, to be meh. To be predictable in my own thoughts and discourse. To be plain and simple and quiet.
Ana Fernandes (*1993) has recently changed to the dark side. Working on the creative advertising industry, Ana situated between an idealist wanting to change the world by great concepts and a pessimist firmly believing in our imminent death. Lately, this anguish lusts in a practice of inertia, fear, and parabolas of listing meandering thoughts and free associations. Finding herself semi-researching on the topics of productivity and emotional labor, Ana boils down to writing for the sake of it, further elevating her poems by means of design mastery. During the day, particularly from 9 to 5, or later, Ana is a productive producer, always eager for the next task mask. Her works have been exhibited in the privacy of her home and thoughts, some museums such as Het Nieuwe Instituut and EKKM and monthly paychecks. Ana has been ⅓ of we need to talk, an experimental approach on talking as a way of curating. Ana still likes to talk on the phone.