Bienal

Dematerializing the artwork from the end of the millennium
I make a painting with hydrogen molecules
Pubic hair strands from an old Armenian
Fly spit, stale bread, crooked cockroach wing

My concept seems, at first sight,
A figurative neo-expressionist barrococo
With touches of post-surrealist art nouveau
based on the revaluation of still life

My mother once told me one day,
Seeing my work exhibited in the gallery,
'My son, this is stranger than a jia's ass
And much uglier than an insomniac hippopotamus'

To understand such a modern work
You need to read the second section,
Calculate the gross domestic product,
Multiply by the value of water, electricity, and phone bills,
Whirling in the fury of the cyclone,
I reinvent heaven and hell

My mother didn't understand the subtext
Of dematerialized art in the present context
Recycling the trash from the basket
I achieve a cool aesthetic result

With God's grace and Basquiat
New York, wait for me, I'm coming
I'll graffiti with dende from vatapá
A psychedelic Bahian

I'll mix widow's petticoats
With Pepsi and grape Fanta caps
A chamber pot with water from the last rain,
Penicillin injection ampoules

Dematerializing matter
With art pulsating in the artery
I set fire to the Siberian ice
I even make it snow in Teresina
With the flash of the silibrina ray
I disintegrate the power of bacteria

With the flash of the silibrina ray
I disintegrate the power of bacteria